Aqui Estoy

I had dreams in my head stumbling with sums and multiplications
Living between the nine times table, universal geography and colonizations between English and the mountains of Europe all my illusions were dying

One day after leaving school my father and his gift changed my destiny he held a bag drawn by curves like those of a road in his hand
It was a brown guitar wrapped in crepe paper

**Chorus:
And here I am
with the same guitar singing to the wind
And here I am
a clumsy gypsy writing to time
Here I am
The world inside a guitar
Here I am
Finally I let go of the moorings

Today they say I am the result of such a crazy and hopeful world
That after being an exemplary child I have become a temple of my worst sins
I love my brown guitar
and still keep that crepe paper

**Chorus:
And here I am
with the same guitar singing to the wind
And here I am
a clumsy gypsy writing to time
Here I am
The world inside a guitar
Here I am
Finally I let go of the moorings