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José Luis Perales
Sing a Song
To those night butterflies
that are brightening
the cold corners of my neighborhood.
To those surprised by the morning
traveling through the imaginary world
sometimes from the radio.
To those who never stop sleeping
and to those losing a fortune.
To the one who fell asleep at the concert
and to the one cleaning my entrance.
Singing a song is more than
making a tribute to love.
Singing a song is conveying
what our heart dictates.
To those collecting garbage
and the child who has never known
his father's face.
To the man who lost half his life
and keeps the other half for when
it becomes unbearable.
To the one who changed sides of the street
and to the one dreaming of change.
To the man carrying my suitcases
and the doorman of the Royal.
To those night butterflies
brightening the cold corners
of my neighborhood.
To those surprised by the morning
traveling through the imaginary world
sometimes from the radio.
Singing a song is more than
making a tribute to love.
Singing a song is conveying
what our heart dictates.
