I saw him stand alone, under a broke street light,
So sincere, singing silent night,
But the trees were full, and the grass was green,
It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
So sincere, singing silent night,
But the trees were full, and the grass was green,
It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
Congreso de fondo. Antes, unos Cuba libre en el estómago, el jazz llenandonos el alma en La trastienda y la locura de cantar fusiones pop-raps riendo por San Telmo. Cuadras hechas, casi medio año. Nosotros y los otros. Tu protección, nuestro amor, y más ya no puedo pedir.