Little and white,
misses the sea, 
your house.

Misses the air
of a song,
of a kiss.

Your skin
as the color,
without mirror,
of clear lands.

The plowed fields
watch in the night
your breath,
your calm.

The seas die
little and white,
your house
is dying.

The fields grow up,
and the bells too
all that is gain
all that they protect.

Your hands,
all that you love,
blonde and barefoot.

( repeat )


( Lyrics : " Petita i blanca " ( "Little and white" ) Joan Vergés, catalan poet  (1928, February, 2014 ). Music : Toti Soler, featured by Prats )

A song, without a kiss.

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