Ricardo Arjona la sucursal del cielo

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I surprised myself by managing an office
Looking for a house with a pool
And I forgot about the little things
Like seeing you cross the kitchen threshold
Drawing silhouettes with your apron
Like that pasty, tasteless rice you cooked for mom
I surprised myself by adding zeros to an account
Victim of income tax
And I forgot about the little things
Like seeing you in the supermarket, angry with inflation
Like the note you left on my shirt, painted with a heart
I forgot about the little things that they make your life bigger
By wanting to reach the top
One becomes a financial person
The woman stays at home, one looks for money
By walking in the clouds, one forgets of the ground
And knowing that your own house is
The branch of heaven
Today I pay a little more attention to your gaze
In the footprints left by your bare feet
In the gesture you make when you get angry
In your altercations with the scale, when it brings bad news
And your details make me bigger than a savings account
I remembered the little ones The things
And my life is bigger
For wanting to reach the top
One becomes a financial person
The woman stays at home, one looks for money
By walking through the clouds, one forgets about the ground
And knowing that your own house is
The branch of heaven
By walking through the clouds, one forgets about the ground
And to know that your own home is
The branch of heaven

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