Esquinas Porteñas

Corner of the Buenos Aires neighborhood
The walls are painted by the Moon and the Sun
The Moon cries in winter
In the watercolors of my memories

Thirty afternoons know my pain
And a hundred little streets saw us pass
Your life crossed with mine
You took the path that never comes back

Streets where life gently
Lost hope, passion, and faith
Street, if I know, she’s dead
Knocking on every door

Why should I look for her?
Shaded little street, it’s poetry
They saw us go one day, happy together
Companion of the Sun and the stars
That afternoon is gone
God's way