Tu Fotografía
Gloria Estefan
Your Photograph
I wake up in your photograph
I wake up and there you are always
In the same place and every day
The same look, the same ray of light
The color is not the same as before
Your smile almost faded
And even though you're not clear, I invent you
In my thoughts
And in my heart
No one has a pact with time
Nor with forgetting and pain, oh no
If you disappear, I find you
In the same corner of my room
Every day that passes, I think of you and look at you again
Everything in its place, the past present
In the dust, my fingers come together
And I want to have you changing with me
I haven't moved your photo or the time in the years
If you talk to me from afar, try to warn me early
And thus control myself
I wake up in your photograph
Every day I invent an attitude
And even if it's not noticeable, the black and white
Uh, I don't despair
I use my imagination
No one has a pact with time
Nor with the dew of the flower
If you disappear, I find you
In the same corner of my room
Every day that passes, I think of you and look at you again
Everything in its place, the past present
In the dust, my fingers come together
And I want to have you changing with me
I haven't moved your photo or the time in the years
If you talk to me from afar, try to warn me early
And thus imagine
That I have you here
