Sabina And Piazzolla

SABINA AND PIAZZOLLA
She searched in her closet
because she had lost her mind,
I squeezed dictionaries
to be able to make a song.

I don't remember very well
how many kisses we left on each corner,
but impossible to forget
that room where that night the adrenaline rose.

And Rosario and the Capital came together,
the good and the bad came together,
two souls came together in one,
Sabina and Piazzolla came together.

A religion that was pure heart came together
with another that never existed,
two beds came together and were not enough
for so much fire, so much action,
so much lack of control.

We chose the smallest mattress
and it seemed like a double bed,
when the mattress ended, the floor of the dining room
of her house was welcome.

With each kiss a star fell,
each scratch eased the pain,
when I remember her
I raise my glass and toast
wherever you are
for our song.

And Rosario and the Capital came together...