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Friday, October 15, 2010



Te Recuerdo Amanda

Te recuerdo Amanda, la calle mojada,
corriendo a la fabrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha, la lluvia en el pelo,
no importaba nada, ibas a encontrarte con el,
con el, con el, con el, con el
son cinco minutos
la vida es eterna en cinco minutos
suenan las sirenas de vuelta al trabajo
y tu caminando lo iluminas todo
los cinco minutos te hacen florecer.

Te recuerdo Amanda, la calle mojada
corriendo a la fabrica donde trabajaba Manuel
la sonrisa ancha, la lluvia en el pelo
no importaba nada, ibas a encontrarte con el,
con el, con el, con el, con el,
que partió a la sierra, que nunca hizo daño,
que partió a la sierra
y en cinco minutos quedo destrozado.
Suenan las sirenas de vuelta al trabajo,
muchos no volvieron, tampoco Manuel…

Te recuerdo Amanda…

I Remember Amanda

I remember Amanda, the wet street,
running to the factory
where Manuel was working,
her wide smile, the rain in her hair
nothing mattered, you were going to be with him,
with him, with him, with him, with him,
five minutes
life lasts forever in a mere five minutes
the whistle and he went back to work
and you, walking illuminating everything
those five minutes make you flower

I remember Amanda, the wet street,
running to the factory where Manuel used to work,
her wide smile, the rain in her hair,
nothing mattered, you were going to be with him,
with him, with him, with him, with him,
who went into the mountains, who did no harm
and in five minutes was destroyed,
the whistle blows to return to work
many did not return, neither did Manuel…

I remember Amanda…

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