730 Días
Jorge Drexler
730 Days
There is no corner in this house
that doesn't make you come back.
Every grain of memory,
and the house is a sandpit.
I went to your beaches for the day
and there I stayed for two years.
I licked your wounds,
you gave me a haven.
In the shadow of your moon
my heart was cradled,
my wrinkles disappeared,
my house lit up.
My songs sprouted
from the ones I deserved,
the hourglass stopped,
730 days.
