The Sailor's Ghost: Slow tempo song. With elements of Rock and Roll, but also uses congas, electric guitars, piano, string section, electric bass, drums and vocals. It's a song about the situation of a family in which one of its members is a merchant sailor, and spends a lot of time at sea. ... And that state of being a ghost due to lack of manners or absences and how habit makes it always the same feeling of waiting for a guy who doesn't know how he is after so long, and at the same time how habit makes it all start over again and again and that feeling will never change ... until one day of waiting something changed and that was the last time they waited .. but many other families with the same situation who were used to waiting forever.
Another heartbeat fades from me, and another story will be found. I don't know if it will matter that time chooses destiny, if those things I remember will be enough, blue horizons reinventing the waves that the water, like a mirror, will multiply. A woman, always in the depths of her eyes, gazing at the sea, awoke again in the same place, above the waves, without knowing for how long, or where her room will face. She drew kisses for me that wet the leaves. All her absence, the silences, so much loneliness, the same blessing that sailed her seas, with the habit of kissing her once more, once. Night fell with hope in her smile. The same star they watched from afar. Once again, sirens are born to witness their dawn, and the deliriums that reached their feet with a warm kiss kiss from the sea. Once again, they are gone, gone.
Se va
otro palpitar
en mí
y otra historia se encontrará.
No sé si importará que el tiempo elija el destino,
si esas cosas
que recuerde bastarán,
azules horizontes
reinventando las olas
que el agua como espejo multiplicará.
Una mujer
siempre al fondo de sus ojos
mirando al mar,
de nuevo
despertó
en el mismo lugar,
sobre las olas
sin saber por cuánto tiempo,
ni hacia dónde mirará su cuarto.
Me dibujaba besos que mojaban las hojas.
Toda su ausencia, los silencios,
tanta soledad,
la misma bendición que navegaba en sus mares,
con la costumbre de besarla
una vez más,
una vez.
Anocheció con la esperanza
en su sonrisa.
La misma estrella que miraban desde lejos.
De nuevo
nacen sirenas que serán testigos
de su amanecer y los delirios que llegaban a sus pies
con un beso tibio
besan
desde el mar.
De nuevo,
se van,
se van.