My soul is pinned with carnations, dressed in ruffles, with the sun shining just above my eyelashes.
There is a guitar vibrating with the rubbing of its strings, while my fingers snap to the rhythm of the beats.
I have a map in my heart where it says ‘home’ written in rays of sunshine, smells of orange and honey, and summer evenings turn into eternal days.
My memories are of dancing in verbenas, with lanterns tickling the air and colourful flowerpots adorning the streets.
I have a thousand paths entangled in my roots, making me feel an invisible hug every time I hear ‘hola’ anywhere in the world.
I have my smile ready to give it away in spades, spring swaying by the river and my polka-dotted dressing gown waiting for me to tell you sweet
wine-flavoured secrets as the golden evening falls.
My laughter is light and my enthusiasm is intact,streets are full of art and an emotion is inside my chest, beating loudly when I hear the clapping of hands.
There is a place I always come back to, an invisible thread that always makes me feel calm ―the place where I grew up and learned to dream.
And I have an 'olé' tattooed on my skin and my emotion remains intact, because I have returned home and danced again with my heart, with my roots, with my desire.
I danced again with what is inside me. I am back with all that I am.
I am back to dance with my
Dancing with your alma
Tengo el alma prendida con claveles, vestida de volantes, con el sol brillando al ras de las pestañas. Hay una guitarra vibrando con el roce de sus cuerdas, mientras mis dedos chasquean al ritmo de los latidos.
My soul is pinned with carnations, dressed in ruffles, with the sun shining just above my eyelashes.
There is a guitar vibrating with the rubbing of its strings, while my fingers snap to the rhythm of the beats.
Dancing with your alma
Tengo el alma prendida con claveles, vestida de volantes, con el sol brillando al ras de las pestañas. Hay una guitarra vibrando con el roce de sus cuerdas, mientras mis dedos chasquean al ritmo de los latidos.
My soul is pinned with carnations, dressed in ruffles, with the sun shining just above my eyelashes.
There is a guitar vibrating with the rubbing of its strings, while my fingers snap to the rhythm of the beats.
I have a map in my heart where it says ‘home’ written in rays of sunshine, smells of orange and honey, and summer evenings turn into eternal days.
My memories are of dancing in verbenas, with lanterns tickling the air and colourful flowerpots adorning the streets.
I have a thousand paths entangled in my roots, making me feel an invisible hug every time I hear ‘hola’ anywhere in the world.
I have my smile ready to give it away in spades, spring swaying by the river and my polka-dotted dressing gown waiting for me to tell you sweet
wine-flavoured secrets as the golden evening falls.
My laughter is light and my enthusiasm is intact,streets are full of art and an emotion is inside my chest, beating loudly when I hear the clapping of hands.
There is a place I always come back to, an invisible thread that always makes me feel calm ―the place where I grew up and learned to dream.
And I have an 'olé' tattooed on my skin and my emotion remains intact, because
I have returned home and danced again with my heart, with my roots, with my desire.
And I have an 'olé' tattooed on my skin and my emotion remains intact, because
I have returned home and danced again with my heart, with my roots, with my desire.
I danced again with what is inside me. I am back with all that I am.
