Marta GÃƒÂ³mez De Amarillo se viste la tarde Lyrics

De amarillo se viste la tarde
Con paciencia de jardinero
va Don Hernando inventando gatos en donde antes había madera
con paciencia de pescador él talla hasta el amanecer

Con la calma de un aguacero
su hermana pinta las alegrías con dos colores que se inventó
con la calma de un ventarrón le pinta hasta un amanecer

CORO
La tarde caleña de amarillo se viste
y las nubes que vuelan son tan solo ilusión
porque cuando al mirarlas en un soplo se alejan
y no puede tocarlas quien no llegue hasta el sol

Con paciencia de costurera
voy recogiendo yo los retazos de la madera que sobró
los escondo dentro del mar para que pierdan su color

Con la calma de un caracol
yo tambien espero aquí en la orilla a la madera que escondí
a que vuelva para contarme los colores que aprendió

Con paciencia de jardinero
va Don Hernando inventando gatos en donde antes había madera
con paciencia de pescador él talla hasta el amanecer

Con la calma de un aguacero
su hermana pinta las alegrías con dos colores que se inventó
con la calma de un ventarrón le pinta hasta un amanecer

CORO
La tarde caleña de amarillo se viste
y las nubes que vuelan son tan solo ilusión
porque cuando al mirarlas en un soplo se alejan
y no puede tocarlas quien no llegue hasta el sol
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The afternoon dresses in yellow colors

With the patience of a gardener,
Don Hernando invents cats where before
there was nothing but wood.

With the patience of a fisherman, he sculpts until dawn.
With the calm of a blizzard, his sister paints joy with just two colors
that she invented herself,
With the calm of a windstorm she paints the dawn.

In Cali the afternoon dresses in yellow colors
and the clouds flying are just an illusion
because when you look at them they go away
and no one can touch them if they don't get to the sun

With the patience of a seamstress I pick up the wood that is left,
and I hide it under the sea until it looses its color.
With the calm of a snail
I also wait here, in the sand, for the wood to come back and teach me the
color that it learned.

In Cali the afternoon dresses in yellow colors and this ocean that I
await is simply an illusion, a sea made of wood made of the color
that was invented by the woman who paints the dawn.

rhythm: vals
origin: Peru

The most clear and real memory of Cali, the city where I grew up, is the yellow color of the sky at 6 pm. It was precisely at that time when the wind started to blow, preparing the city for the night, that was
always full of music.
The yellow of the sky matched perfectly with another strong memory of my childhood: a big bronze cat sculpture made by one of my favorite artists:
"Hernando Tejada". He and his sister Lucy ,also an incredible painter, took Cali as their main inspiration for their wonderful art.

Now it is my turn to pick up those memories to make this song as my homage to them