Blanco Añil
Manu Tenorio
White Indigo
He's gone, and on the station bench
he left a letter that he wrote
and next to it, along with a flower
Each word, each line withers away
it's not possible that there's so much pain on a paper
little needles in his poor heart
And love trying
to live by your side is to make you suffer
better this afternoon I'll leave
and learn again the art of living
and I only take with me sweet memories
and that by your side one day I was so happy
The refuge where he fled to dream
announced to him that he would never return
and he didn't know, he couldn't forget it
And he remained stuck in time
princess of a story without a happy ending
the years painted her
her dark hair with a white indigo
and the years passed and she started inventing
a letter to survive
I'll invent a thousand springs
so when I come back I can give them to you
I'll make up for your long wait
even if I have to pawn my whole life for you
And love
