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Mi Jardín de Enanitos (Ruta 23, Profesora Paula) by Achraf

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Mi Jardín de Enanitos (Ruta 23, Profesora Paula) by Achraf - Balada Pop-Rock music cover art

Mi Jardín de Enanitos (Ruta 23, Profesora Paula)

Balada Pop-Rock

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Acoustic guitar, warm, with an intimate strumming.
Baby electric guitar, in the atmosphere.
At Fundación Juan XXIII everything began to shine,
I learned to walk in the train course.
Profesora Paula, you were the light of the car,
You turned every class into a lesson and a song.
Route 23 on the map, your voice marked my walk.
You taught me that every gesture can mean something.
I remember the simulacrum, the class that gray day,
Your calm ordered the chaos and I learned to be happy.
And when you helped the Lord, you took his hand.
His smile was a class that does not fit in a plane.
Module 1 and 2, order and care.
It's not just a protocol, it's learning to respect.
Care for dependents, I had to do it with faith.
It was not work, it was soul, it was a way of being.
Service on board, elegance that I learned to use.
Patience with the passenger, science and verb to give.
With your gaze you taught that the trade has a heart,
That a well-given greeting can calm the reason.
And in every practice your voice knew how to guide me.
My seat in the car, your example was going to fix.
Seat 7, I wrote it down like a talisman.
Little anecdote that I carry engraved on my skin and in peace.
Profesora Paula, I know the train is coming,
But promise me that my seat in your memory is fixed.
This is my little dwarf garden for you,
The best gift from your student to Crow.
Profesora Paula, may this memory not be extinguished,
May my laughter and my courage travel in your memory.
Lights, speakers, the heart in time.
In emergencies I saw my world break into a haze.
Vertigo and noise, the beats in the skin.
And you with a serene voice like a lighthouse, you made it honey.
The calm that you brought cut my total dizziness.
Your hand was the anchor in that vital moment.
You made me ready for the world.
Profesora Paula, I will never forget.
Let the phrase breathe with a sustained note before returning to the choir.
Profesora Paula, I know the train is coming,
But promise me that my seat in your memory is fixed.
This is my little dwarf garden for you,
The best gift from your student to Crow.
That in the waiting room of your memory there is always a place,
That when passing through Route 23 you feel my voice, my truth.
Profesora Paula, I know the train is coming,
But promise me that my seat in your memory is fixed.
This is my little dwarf garden for you,
The best gift from your student to Crow.
That in the waiting room of your memory there is always a place,
That when passing through Route 23 you feel my voice, my truth.
Promise me, professor, that my voice will not be erased,
That in every stop there is a trace of what I was today.
Achrafati, with gratitude that has no end,
Your teaching is a treasure that guides me on the path.
Profesora Paula, wouldn't you look at yourself?
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