Carta a Mi Viejo

Any day, at any time and in any place...
Dear old man:
Forgive me for calling you 'old man' first of all
but that's how I feel you closer to me.
Like the best of all my comrades
I will tell you the things that have happened to me.

I will talk to you in this letter about what has been
my life in these years that I was far away;
the things that I haven't shared with you
and that I would have wanted to! Dear old man!

You know what happens at twenty years old;
it seems to you that the world is an apple.
Every day you celebrate your birthday
tossing your life out the window.

I spent my days my way
without caring about anything, how or when
and just like a vine extends,
loneliness little by little, was winning me over.

They say God tightens, but doesn't drown
and one day suddenly came to my door,
a fairy with clear eyes, in good time,
when my beach was almost deserted.

Oh, if you could see it old man, if you could see her,
how you would love her, I'm sure!
More than a lover and wife, she is the companion
who lightens the burden of my troubles.

With a serene soul, things change;
the mind is free from conditions,
the most ambitious ideas are channeled
and little by little new songs are born.

The child inside me proposes them,
every passing moment, day after day
and to them I unload my feelings,
my nostalgia, my yearnings, my rebellions...

And I am happy, old man, because I manage
to live from what I love with all my soul.
If you could see how many nights you are with me
when I write a verse in the early morning!

And well, here the letter is already ending,
the night is no longer a maiden.
It will be carried flying by a swallow
to where you live, with the stars.