Saludos estimados hivers-nauta de #music

La canción "El final no llegará": (Bolero Son, 1978), con letra de Eugenio Antonio Pedraza Ginori y música de Rafael Ortiz, es un canto a la juventud entendida como voluntad y como ilusión que vibra en el corazón.

Esta canción es inspiración. Nos recuerda que ser joven no depende de la edad, sino de la capacidad de soñar, de crear y de mantener viva la esperanza.

Y no lo dudes, amigo, mientras haya ilusión, nunca llegará el final.

Hoy la comparto con guitarra y voz, como un homenaje a esta verdad sencilla y profunda.

Deseando que cada acorde sea un sugente recordatorio, un puente hacia la ternura y la resistencia.

A Hive le pido que reciba esta interpretación como un modesto gesto de memoria y continuidad, porque cantar también es sembrar futuro.

Letra de la canción:

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"The end will not come"...

Greetings, fellow hivers-nauts of #music

The song "El final no llegará" (Bolero Son, 1978), with lyrics by Eugenio Antonio Pedraza Ginori and music by Rafael Ortiz, is an ode to youth, understood as will and as the hope that vibrates in the heart.

This song is an inspiration. It reminds us that being young doesn't depend on age, but on the capacity to dream, to create, and to keep hope alive.

And don't doubt it, my friend, as long as there is hope, the end will never come.

Today I share it with guitar and voice, as a tribute to this simple and profound truth.

Wishing that each chord is a powerful reminder, a bridge to tenderness and resilience.

I ask Hive to receive this performance as a modest gesture of remembrance and continuity, because singing is also sowing the seeds of the future.

Song lyrics:

A young man isn't just someone with vibrant youth
Fresh and supple skin, ardent voice
Young is anyone capable of dreaming and doing
Anyone who feels the restless yearning to live
If the gardener tends it with care and love
The ancient garden will always have new flowers
One must be young
Whoever wants to be
Of their own free will
If in the heart
Hope vibrates
The end will never come

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