Let me tell you
you are the most beautiful thing
that can breathe.
Let me tell you that I don’t want
to break the harmony
of your gaze.
Instantly stops
the train already empty of freedom.
Caravels of time,
seagulls of the brain to enchant.
We will be dreaming,
we will be the vanguard
that wants to find
stairs to the centre
of the silent existential scaffolding.
You will be right
when you open the door
to escape.
And the trapeze of fire,
and the atom of the tree, paternal root.
Candela, Candela
I’LL BE BACK
We’ll be dreaming,
we’ll be singing
I’LL BE BACK
Candela, Candela
I’LL BE BACK
It seems that life
in the womb thinks of us
I’LL BE BACK
Candela, Candela
I’LL BE BACK
We’ll be playing,
we’ll be fighting
I’LL BE BACK
Candela, Candela
I’LL BE BACK
It seems that life
in the air dreams of us
VOLVERE
(Let me tell you,
the world’s indifference hurts me,
that bewilderment of life;
you care about the conservation of the rainforest,
and respect for human rights.
The children of El Cobre cry
and die in Gaza and Kabul).
