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Querido diario de mi vida
vengo a buscar mis mozos días
entre páginas amarillas
los sueños que me volverías
Querido diario que en tí guardas
esas viejas aventuras
en letras de aquella pluma
de buen trazo su finura.
Una roja y seca flor
quedó presa entre tus hojas
quisiera verla de nuevo
y si aun tiene su aroma.
Una roja y seca flor
quedó presa entre tus hojas
quisiera verla de nuevo
y si aun tiene su aroma.
Dentro de tí hay una pluma
de aquella ave pasajera
que recogí aquella tarde
que le robé a la primavera.
En tí queda mi alegría
alguna que otra tristeza
querido diario algún día
revelarás mi franqueza.
Hoy ya no eres el mismo
tu piel se ha chamuscado
pero ahí dentro de tí
está todo mi pasado.
Hoy ya no eres el mismo
tu piel se ha chamuscado
pero ahí dentro de tí
está todo mi pasado.
Dear diary of my life
I come to find my young days
among yellow pages
the dreams that you would return to me
Dear diary that keeps in you
those old adventures
in letters from that pen
with its fine strokes.
A red and dry flower
was trapped between your leaves
I would like to see it again
and if it still has its aroma.
A red and dry flower
was trapped between your leaves
I would like to see it again
and if it still has its aroma.
Inside you there is a feather
from that passing bird
that I picked up that afternoon
that I stole from spring.
My joy remains in you
some sadness here and there
dear diary some day
you will reveal my frankness.
Today you are no longer the same
your skin has been singed
but there inside you
is all my past.
Today you are no longer the same
your skin has been singed
but there inside you
is all my past.
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