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Que Nadie Se Entere



QUE NADIE SE ENTERE
Vagando a la ventura, buscando en lontananza, la fe de aquellos ojos que ilumino mi ser,

deshecho por el sino, muriendo a la esperanza llegué hasta la barriada que vio mi amor nacer. La misa calma quieta que hace la noche bella, hallé para castigo de la recordación

tan solo esta en silencio la ventanita aquella, donde con versos locos, rimo nuestra ilusión.
QUE NADIE SE ENTERE, QUE HE VUELTO A BUSCARLA, VOLCANDO LA FIEBRE DE MI SOLEDAD

QUE NADIE LE DIGA QUE HE VUELTO A LLAMARLA Y AL VER QUE NO ESTABA, ME PUSE A LLORAR

QUE NADIE SE ENTERE, QUE LOCO HE GOLPEADO LA REJA MALDITA QUE ME OLLÓ CANTAR, Y A NADIE LE DIGAS, VENTANITA AMIGA QUE HAS VISTO EN MIS OJOS LA PENA SANGRAR.
Tan solo si ella vuelve, sin fe, sin esperanzas y ves que nuevamente alberga la ilusión, entonces ventanita, cántale mis andanzas, decile que no ha muerto en mi querer, su amor. Pero si en su mirada hay luz a otros quereres, y ves que no se acuerda del pájaro cantor

Author: Felipe Pirela