Thursday, July 25, 2013

Vuelva te al Sur

I am returning to the South,
the way love always returns,
I am returning to you,
with my own wish, with my own fear.

I carry the South,
like a destiny of the heart,
I am the South,
like the airs of the bandoneon (instrument).

I dream the South,
immense moon, heaven on earth,
I am searching for the South,
the open time, and everything after.

I love the South,
its good people, its dignity,
I feel the South,
like your body during intimate moments.

I love South,
South, I love you.

I am returning to the South,
the way love always returns,
I am returning to you,
with my own wish, with my own fear.

I love the South,
its good people, its dignity,
I feel the South,
like your body during intimate moments.
I am returning to the South,
I carry the South,
I love the South,
I love the South...

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