The trembling awoke me
I am thoroughly wet
I know that we had met
I can’t recall where yet
I recall the impish smile
The twinkle in your eyes
The plump and rosy cheeks
Come play you beseech
A woman serves a ham sandwich
Bent as if resigned to her fate
Her energy seems spent
You hint you’d rather play patty cake
That moment I recognize you
Myself at such a young age
I’ve abandoned you
In pursuit of a living wage
I am so far from "the old bridge
River and the alameda"
From the soil that nourished me
My soul flourishes with the memory
When I awake, I ache
My tears bathe my ears
As your image disappears
I will always hold you near
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"Old bridge, river and the alameda" Lyrics by Chabuca Granda
