Blancanieves

My soul grew up silent and normal
until I turned five
I was growing up in my hometown
longing for the new and the strange
It was then when there was a Sunday
for a children's matinee
it was March, it was April
it was the color
and it was a light of wonder
illustrating love... love

I'm from the provinces and maybe that's why
the security of my soul is so light
I confess that well past the days
I returned to the cinema after my Snow White
It still shakes me immaculate
facing infamy and horror
it was my first love
and it was also
the only excuse
for a naive soul that while it lived
gave Snow White its light, its first love