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    Published on Sep 19, 2021
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    Greetings inhabitants of this vast and beautiful multiverse called #hive, this time and for week 76 of #hiveopenmic, "Pasión", I bring you a song by the Venezuelan singer-songwriter Yordano di Marzo, a song that sounded quite a lot in the 80's, and that takes us to a time where each singer was better than the other and where perhaps the most passionate interpretations of the musical history of that time were left.

    I hope you like it.

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    Black pearl

    Full moon night
    The time is that of the dagger
    Like thieves of shadows
    We enter looking for a fantasy
    Will come true.

    The atmosphere is very charged
    The smoke won't let me see
    Between the noise and the laughter
    The silence of a glance creeps in
    What does it mean:

    If you want to play with fire
    Now you have the chance
    I come from the street inside
    Where dreams are buried
    With neon and metal light.

    My hands know what they do
    My tongue has no rival
    Tell me what you want me to do to you
    I know of a thousand streets
    And they all lead to the same place.

    The bed still warm
    Who knows how many there will be?
    And in less than five minutes
    I leave my breath
    In a tired body
    From so much rolling.

    And only the emptiness remained
    From a dream that woke up
    When I dry the dew I leave a desert in my body
    The wound reaches the heart.

    The cards on the table
    It's up to the money to speak
    Everyone has their position
    He plays his role
    They get the juice out of him
    Pay and go.

    The street opens to the steps
    That even if they want they can't stop
    They go from one corner to the other
    From Pinto to Misery
    From a car to the sidewalk
    Without looking back.

    And I know there were no flowers
    No goodbye kisses
    Just a black pearl
    It slid down my cheek
    And he went to the pillow.

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    Thank you for visiting my blog.

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    Saludos habitantes de este vasto y hermoso multiverso llamado #hive, en esta ocasión y para la semana 76 del #hiveopenmic, "Pasión", les traigo un tema del cantautor Venezolano Yordano di Marzo, un tema que en los 80's sonó bastante, y que nos traslada a una época donde cada cantante era mejor que el otro y donde quedaron tal vez las más apasionadas interpretaciones de la historia musical de esa época.

    Espero sea de su agrado.

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    Perla negra

    Noche de luna llena
    La hora es la del puñal
    Como ladrones de sombras
    Entramos buscando que una fantasía
    Se haga realidad.

    Esta muy cargado el ambiente
    El humo no me deja ver
    Entre el ruido y las risas
    Se cuela el silencio de una mirada
    Que quiere decir:

    Si quieres jugar con fuego
    Ahora tienes el chance
    Vengo de calle adentro
    Donde se entierran los sueños
    Con luz de neón y metal.

    Mis manos saben lo que hacen
    Mi lengua no tiene rival
    Dime que quieres que te haga
    Yo se de mil calles
    Y todas llevan al mismo lugar.

    La cama todavía caliente
    ¿Quien sabe cuantos habrá?
    Y en menos de cinco minutos
    Dejo mi aliento en un cuerpo cansado
    De tanto rodar.

    Y solo quedo el vacío
    De un sueño que despertó
    Cuando seco el rocío
    Dejo en mi cuerpo un desierto
    La herida llega al corazón.

    Las cartas sobre la mesa
    Le toca hablar al billete
    Cada quien tiene su puesto
    Hace su papel, le sacan el jugo,
    Paga y se va.

    La calle se abre a los pasos
    Que aunque quieran no pueden parar
    Van de una esquina a la otra
    De Pinto a Miseria
    De un carro a la acera
    Sin mirar atrás.

    Y se que no hubo flores
    Ni besos de despedida
    Solo una perla negra
    Se deslizo por la mejilla
    Y a la almohada fue a parar.

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    Gracias por visitar mi blog.

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