Algo Acá
Algo acá me hace ruido, algo acá me huele mal,
es la historia repetida, una y una y otra vez.
Es ese olor, ese perfume
de flores rotas, que volverán a florecer.
La calle grita, lo necesita,
Un fuego ardía y lo apagaste a sangre.
Este mercado no está de oferta,
cerrá tu puerta, los que mataste acá respiran todavía.
es la historia repetida, una y una y otra vez.
Es ese olor, ese perfume
de flores rotas, que volverán a florecer.
La calle grita, lo necesita,
Un fuego ardía y lo apagaste a sangre.
Este mercado no está de oferta,
cerrá tu puerta, los que mataste acá respiran todavía.
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Writer(s): Maia Basso
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