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Victor Heredia
Who Holds Your Hand
Who Holds Your Hand
Come here, little one, and tell your father now
why you never arrive on time
and look at the calendar so much,
and whisper with your mother alone.
Come, my girl, what has happened to your geography?
And what about the literature
that in your eyes there are suns and moons?
Who has given you so much astronomy?
Come, that tenderness and honey
are smelled in the skin
of the girl who becomes a woman.
Who holds your hand,
fingers intertwined?
Who blushes your cheeks
and fills them with poems?
Oh, baby!
Who brings you from school
even if it thunders, even if it rains,
and gives my spoiled one
a hidden little kiss
my beautiful one?
Oh, baby!
Come my sweet, don't be afraid to tell me;
I want to know who is the owner
of the sweetest of your dreams,
come here, tell your father.
Who holds your hand,
fingers intertwined?
