And Still

I met you without looking for you, between breaks and loose notebook sheets. You had no face or birthday, You were ink running through my fingers. My first true love didn't say my name. He showed it to me. Letter by letter, verse by verse, He showed me that the heart also fits in a margin. I remember you like this: • With the smell of an old library and a newly sharpened pencil • With the pulse trembling every time a metaphor came out well • With happy insomnia because rhyming “silence” with “time” was urgent at 2 a.m. You didn't ask me for anything. Just to tell the truth, even if it hurt. Just to look squarely at the things I don't understand. And since then I haven't been able to leave you. Because all the other loves came later, but you were the one who taught me to love. To stay when a word doesn't fit, to erase without fear, to start again. My first true love is called Poetry. And still, after so many years, when you touch me, I keep writing to you as if it were the first time.

Rock and roll años 50 60 y 70 Doop Wop , Male Vocals , Female Vocals