Fotos y Canciones

I was born in San Nicolás at night on March 26
At home, two grandmothers and a brother were waiting for me
And the neighborhood was a garden full of skies
With the scent of sponge cake, soup, and bread.

Life back then wasn't fragile or rushed
There was time for a nap and doing nothing
And the most important thing was to gather with the kids to play
I was learning to dream, to dream...

School taught me that ideas don't die
The black and white TV showed that color wasn't necessary
And my father's favorite tango,
'Love will always hurt you'.

The night of the first kiss, the escaping innocence
The girls, the guitar, the assaults, and the rats
And the world was just those blocks
That were left to cross
I was learning to dream, to dream...

And today I look back at the pages of my calendar
And nostalgia wakes me up early with photos of the neighborhood
The dirt road, a paradise on the sidewalk
And the awakened illusion waiting for me at the door.

Today I look back and feel that nothing was in vain
The punches, the hugs, the well-kept secrets
The songs that accompanied me those years
And the dream of making one that is heard on the radio
Forever... I dreamed of making a song
That lives forever.

I remember that in my house certain topics were avoided
-Talking and discussing about those things,
Kids, bring problems
My mom said without really knowing
What was really happening outside
Outside was the wolf disguised and shameless
Filling us with euphoria of lies and spoils
And meanwhile the soul with its lights
Was fading a little more
I needed to dream, to dream...

Dreaming cost nothing and nothing was enough for me
In Buenos Aires, God provides and I wanted to see what happens
And so this love arrived that brought me here
Crossing paths in your life without permission

And today I look back at the pages of my calendar
And nostalgia wakes me up early with photos of the neighborhood
The dirt road, a paradise on the sidewalk
And the awakened illusion waiting for me at the door.

Today I look back and feel that nothing was in vain
The punches, the hugs, the well-kept secrets
The songs that accompanied me those years
And the dream of making one that is heard on the radio
Forever... I dreamed of making a song
That lives forever.