2019.02.03.
If Only Garay Could See You
So many echoes and songs live within youThat it's very difficult to imagine your first voice...
An old rhythm with accordions
And the Spanish root of the habanera.
Whoever founded you knew that in the mix,
Perhaps you would find as select
That melting pot of races and the tenderness
That would nourish later on your own life.
Oh!....If only Garay could see you,
How lovely you look,
Just out of sheer pride
He would found you again. (bis)
Who invented your port....
How well he built it!
With open eyes, looking at the world,
Your waters were like a baptism
For those who would drop anchor in your welcoming protection.
In the grown roses of your progress
There is a bit of a bloodline from my grandparents
Who arrived dreaming of returning
And yet decided to rest in peace under your earth.
Oh!....If only Garay could see you,
How lovely you look,
Just out of sheer pride
He would found you again. (bis)