HopPo! volver a los 17

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Returning to seventeen after living a century
is like deciphering signs without being competently wise
suddenly becoming as fragile as a second again
feeling deeply like a child again in front of God,
that is what I feel in this fertile moment
It becomes tangled, tangled, like ivy on the wall
and it sprouts, sprouts like little moss on the stone
like the little moss on the stone, oh yes, yes, yes
My step retreats, when yours advances
the arch of alliances has penetrated my nest
with all its color It has walked through my veins
and even the hard chain with which destiny binds us
it is like a blessed day that illuminates my serene soul
It becomes entangled, entangled, as in the wall ivy
and it sprouts, sprouting like the little moss on the stone
like the little moss on the stone, oh yes, yes, yes
What feeling can do, knowledge has not been able to,
neither the clearest procedure nor the broadest thought
the condescending moment changes everything,
it gently distances us from resentment and violence
only love with its science makes us so innocents
It gets tangled, tangled, like the ivy on the wall
and it sprouts, sprouting like the mus guito in the stone
like the mus guito in the stone, oh yes, yes, If
Love is a whirlwind of original purity
even the ferocious animal whispers its sweet trill,
it retains the pilgrims, frees the prisoners,
love with its efforts, to the old man turns him into a child
and only the canine makes the bad guy pure and sincere
It gets tangled, tangled, like ivy on the wall
and it sprouts, sprouts like the moss on the stone
like the mus guito on the stone, oh yes, yes, yes
The window opened wide as if by magic
love entered with its mantle like a warm morning
and to the sound of his beautiful reveille he made the jasmine sprout,
flying like a seraph he challenged the sky
and the cherub combined my years into seventeen
It becomes entangled, entangling, like the ivy on the wall
and it sprouts, sprouting like the mus guito in the stone
like the mus guito in the stone, oh yes, yes, yes

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