Pudiera Ser Que Pudiera
Alberto Cortez
It Could Be That I Could
It could be that I knew
how to tell people
with a few words
what goes through my mind.
It could be that I knew
how to tell them that wine,
is good to drink,
and not to make a path.
It could be that I could
know that a star
is only reached by flying
and not with a ladder.
It could be that I could
if I had talent
and the necessary lyricism
to say what I feel.
It could be that I could
be a professional demagogue
and claim for the people
for my own benefit.
It could be that I could
exchange the air for smoke,
so that the consumer society
pays its rent.
It could be that I could
be a judge and use justice
to impose my ideas
without anyone resisting.
It could be that I could,
it would be a matter of trying,
but it hurts my soul
when I start to think about it.
It could be that I knew
how to tune the guitar
so that my songs of cicada
are worth it.
It could be that I knew
how to shuffle the deck,
so that no one of all
can play with an advantage.
It could be that I could
recognize myself
without resorting to a mirror
or falling into fanaticisms.
It could be that I could,
if I had talent
and also what it takes
to say what I feel.
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J. C. M. P.
