Al Olor Del Hogar

My house was a hug with aromas
Outside the sea waved on cobblestones
Luckily there were metal sheets that during siesta
Made rain not be sad

And I talk about my house, never ours
Moving neighborhoods without options
At the time of moving how incredible
To imagine a world in trucks

The house, no living room, just one room
Of the dreaded alarm clocks
Dreaming that maybe they won't ring
To go to my other school of bandits

I will never be able to praise my poverty
It's just the window to my past
That sounds like a glass tonight
And embraces with its uncorked wine

My brother inheriting me the clothes
The ones that also dressed a cousin
That's how we learned the secret
Of sharing patches and the path

The carnival and tango were cradle
My mother sang me 'sleep, little black one'
And in my second home, the chicken coop
My father dreamt of me as a little angel

The house, no living room, just one room
Of the dreaded alarm clocks
Dreaming that maybe they won't ring
To go to my other school of bandits

I will never be able to praise my poverty
It's just the window to my past
That sounds like a glass tonight
And embraces with its uncorked wine