José Luis Remualdi

Y no se calla el cantor


Y NO SE CALLA EL CANTOR

Siempre a Horacio Guarany, 
desde niño escuché yo.
Tiempo y juventud perdí 
y no se calló el cantor.

Perdí lo que conseguí:
cierta amistad, cierto amor.
Pudiente y pobre me vi
y no se calló el cantor. 

En muchos pagos viví
patrios y del exterior.
Por mucho tiempo me fui 
y no se calló el cantor

Y hoy me vienen a decir
que Guarany se murió.
Raro, porque canta en mí
y no se calla el cantor.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 30.01.2017.

 

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