Piedras Y Carlos Calvo

The most buddy tree in San Telmo,
Piedras corner Carlos Calvo
In this neighborhood, you're the alarm clock
in your arms, birds from all sides
wake up with your face by my side.

I remember your house without fuss
the only green in your window
you, who in the hallway was so nice to be
under the warm shadow of your hair
district and wood paradise.

Who saw the seed that brought your being
survivor of ninety-eight and a hundred
Looking through your front door
a trill that is falling in love, is falling in love