El recuerdo

And he says that often
he is seen looking at a painting
hanging on the wall
and he says he gets up very tired
he says time has mistreated him
that the sun gives life to his silver hair
and he says he feels like remembering the past
that many times makes him dream
bitter now with his awakening
he says there are hardly any sheets
that he prefers America to beans
that there's no bread or colored butter
he says hunger is sweet potato
fighting with a month for a pair of shoes
going to bed and because Balthasar is coming bitter...
bitter with his awakening
memories of poor people
and humility painted with lime on the house
a cardboard horse, a rag doll
trading a pen for stickers at school
daydreaming for a lover's kiss
he says the night watchman on the street
doesn't care who comes in or goes out
that now, the winds don't dry the wet clothes
he says they used to make in a basin
some 'pesquiños' that the kids ate
that the one who got the Christmas lottery was the one with sweets
bitter.. bitter are his awakenings
memories of poor times and humility
he talks about a plate of tomato soup
about those geranium pots with polka dots
and the almond tree doesn't come home for Christmas either
being the innocent one in a joke
buying corn, having a photo with doves
leaving on credit what you can't afford
to buy bitter... bitter are his awakenings...
memories of poor times and humility
memories that make you dream...