H o
Read H o lyrics by Pedro Aznar on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
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H o
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En cierta calle hay cierta firme puerta
Con su timbre y su número preciso
Y un sabor a perdido paraíso,
Que en los atardeceres no está abierta
A mi paso. Cumplida la jornada,
Una esperada voz me esperaría
En la disgregación de cada día
Y en la paz de la noche enamorada.
Esas cosas no son. Otra es mi suerte:
Las vagas horas, la memoria impura,
El abuso de la literatura
Y en el confín la no gustada muerte.
Sólo esa piedra quiero. Sólo pido
Las dos abstractas fechas y el olvido.
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Who performs "H o"?
Pedro Aznar performs "H o", and this lyric page sits inside the Pedro Aznar catalog on LyroVerse.
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Yes. The related section below points to Mundo En Llamas (World In Flames) and Despues de Todo El Tiempo (After All The Time) with a short reason for opening each page next.
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