“Creo” invites us into Fito Páez’s inner monologue, where memory, longing, and optimism swirl together in a single breath. The repeated “creo” (I believe) feels like a heartbeat that keeps the singer moving forward as he senses his former lover might still be thinking of him. Between lines about life, death, and stepping out to feel the sun, Páez paints snapshots of a romance that once burned brightly. We glimpse that magic moment when he opened the door to find her, watched her dance to the Beatles, and felt he had reached “the summit of love.”
Yet this is not a song of simple nostalgia. Each belief he states is a small act of hope: hope that sadness will lift, that she will walk through that door again, that shared memories still matter. In the end Páez decides belief itself is enough — “Yo creo y con eso basta” — reminding us that sometimes the power of love lives on in the simple choice to keep believing.