De La Mano
Juan Solo
Hand in Hand
The sun comes up and you can see it on the street
On her bike, she carries what she’ll deliver
124 newspapers, one for each spot
Doesn’t matter if it’s Tuesday or Sunday, she’s always on time
Collecting sunrises on the soles of her shoes
She wakes up and before she hops in the shower
She tears apart her closet deciding what to wear today
Practicing in the mirror the smile she’ll give
She’s running late and once again forgets to eat breakfast
Feeling butterflies when she shows up at the window
They walk hand in hand through the city, the
Universe knows how to conspire
And set hearts full of dreams to a rhythm
Together they dream of flooding the world with love
Their steps writing a song
A symphony of colorful glances
Between the two
They stroll through the park while he lags behind
The bench where he first kissed her
Searching for shapes in the clouds, they watch the evening pass
The clock strikes 7, it’s time to head back
With her heels in hand, she walks barefoot back home
They star in episodes where they can touch
The full moon that sets the perfect stage
A kiss and an old man shouts, "Long live love!"
And the neighbor replies, "How rude you are!"
While Ana prays for dawn to break
So she can dream awake
They walk hand in hand through the city, the
Universe knows how to conspire
And set hearts full of dreams to a rhythm
Together they dream of flooding the world with love
Their steps writing a song
A symphony of colorful glances
Between the two
They walk hand in hand through the city, the
Universe knows how to conspire
And set hearts full of dreams to a rhythm
Together they dream of flooding the world with love
Their steps writing a song
A symphony of colorful glances
Between the two
