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Her mother had left for the United States three years ago, promising to send for her. The promise arrived monthly in the form of a money order and a brief, static-filled phone call. But Sofía had stopped believing in promises. Instead, she believed in Chayanne.
From that night on, Sofía understood what Desde Siempre really meant. It wasn’t about a love that had existed since the beginning of time. It was about the faith that the ones we wait for are waiting for us, too—even when the power goes out, even when the batteries die. Desde siempre meant now. It meant always. And it meant, finally, tomorrow. Chayanne - Desde siempre-2005-
Not the man, exactly, but the feeling in his music—the relentless, almost ridiculous optimism. Her most prized possession was a burned CD titled Desde Siempre , which she’d bought from a bootlegger at the Friday market. The cover was a pixelated blur of Chayanne’s white smile and a white suit against a white background. It looked like heaven. Her mother had left for the United States