Hojas de Calendario
Julio Jaramillo
Calendar Pages
Calendar pages that go like the years
Falling into the void of disillusion;
Flying like doves carrying disappointments
To another sky painted with a new hope
The snow of the years gathered on our lips;
And together we remember the hours of that yesterday;
Love that was in my life calendar pages
That only exists a chest with women's letters.
Your voice is seen in the night like rain and silence
Bringing the longing of an old song
And your shadow hides like tears in the fire
And the silent night trembles in the heart.
The snow of the years gathered on our lips;
And together we remember the hours of that yesterday;
Love that was in my life calendar pages
That only exists a chest with women's letters.
Your voice is seen in the night like rain and silence
Bringing the longing of an old song
And your shadow hides like tears in the fire
And the silent night trembles in the heart.
