No fue bueno, pero fue lo mejor
Enrique Bunbury
It wasn't good, but it was the best
Standing like a little lead soldier,
he prepared to fall in combat,
for mutilation.
For lynching, a national sport, regardless of the country he's in.
Or jail.
He also prepared for oblivion,
for what's coming next,
for God will provide.
And tomorrow will be another day,
depending on the perspective you have.
Everything is either horrible or terribly beautiful.
It wasn't good, but it was the best.
Everything or almost everything turned out differently.
Who wouldn't wish
to be someone else to trust in,
to give in for?
And to be in any different way.
Be as they want, always what they want.
And he will never step on a stage again,
you'll see him if you see him,
always from the audience.
Like an unattainable dream
like the full Moon.
When he wants to put it at his woman's feet.
It wasn't good, but it was the best.
Everything or almost everything turned out differently.
And where is the tooth fairy,
the slot car racing set and the Ibertren?
And where are the damn Three Wise Men?
The frog that turned
with a kiss on the mouth
into a princess with a strawberry mouth.
And where did you leave the bar of soap?
It wasn't good, but it was the best.
Everything or almost everything turned out differently.
He meticulously prepared his own death,
always mourned it, the hodgepodge,
over the rainbow.
All the Caribbean sharks
that couldn't devour him in life.
The schooner, the flag, bones and skull.
All at the bottom of the sea.
