El Navegante

What is happening to me
that in perfect stillness
everything begins to tremble,
my paths are stirred,
the portrait of my childhood
and its warmth shatters

My family and friends
stand before me
and only make me think
if in the midst of this storm
the flowers will bloom
from a Blue and immense place

Justifying my absence
is nothing but a pretext
of life and adventure
like a lawless prayer
in restless freedom
my face was bathed

with the brightness of the stars
that sing the morning
well mixed with my dreams
everything was intertwined there
until I took the step,
until your love told me

And if you were to exchange the sky
for all reality
I know everything would be so different
since the faith you have placed
is not played, not traded
not for a single moment
it's a fire running in your veins,
perhaps wasted time,
it's a sun you carry inside
first and without second,
the dawn of your soul

If I were a navigator,
captain or simple child
I would immediately accept
that the land is always far,
the imponderable fog,
in my maps is the salt

that indomitable storms
and women who cried
until dawn
were for my friend, brother,
his beloved smile,
his eyes of fire and night.