Bendita Lluvia
Carlos Varela
Blessed Rain
I dreamed
that just with your gaze
the past is so fragile
that losing is worth nothing.
You know that
the people from the windows
only speak at the same time
and in the end, they hear nothing.
Like porcelain clouds,
like the shadow of your feet.
Let the sun shine on your face
and you can't see.
You and I
know that tomorrow
there won't be cardinal points
just stains on the soul.
So long zapping
with your damn disillusionment.
Who told you that the price of reason was easy.
Like porcelain clouds,
like the shadow of your feet.
Let the sun shine on your face
and you can't see.
Blessed rainwater!
Rain that gives and takes away.
Blessed rain
of desires!
Rain that hopefully
will take away the ugly once and for all.
