Manuel

If it smells like fresh fruit, like freshly washed sheets,
This journey that is just beginning,
If everything seems new and diving scares you
And you can't distinguish between dream and reality.

When you notice they love you, and you split from laughter,
And enjoy how comfortable it is,
And when you cry out of helplessness, and impatience eats you up,
And you despair for not being able to reach it.

That life is more alive, manuel,
If lived as if it were the last time,
That there is more life in those things you don't see.

For when the cold comes, for when still asleep
It seems like you can't rest,
And the end of innocence reveals to you that life
Has so much beauty and ugliness.

It has as much joy as it has sadness,
The border between lies and truth is so narrow,
It has as much goodness as it has evil,
And in the end what you have is what you give.

That life is more alive, manuel,
If lived as if it were the last time,
That there is more life in those things you don't see.

If you invent every second, and laugh at this world,
And seize every moment to fly,
Against wind and storms, so sure because you know
There's always a place to land.

And the springs will pass, with their laughter and sorrows,
And there will always be moments to look back,
To learn from what you've done, and even if you think I'm far away,
Don't forget that you can count on me.

That life is more alive, manuel,
If lived as if it were the last time.
That there is more life in those things you don't see.
That life is more alive, manuel,
And you realize that the more you know, the more there is to learn,
And it's never too late, there's always time if you want, manuel...