Combates Cotidianos
Facto Delafe Y Las Flores Azules
Everyday Battles
The sun's strength, my sunscreen is spot on and clear, the morning light, the city wakes up in slow motion, alarms and coffee makers ringing.
On the balconies, sparrows fly over the streets, over the sidewalks, through the avenues you see them, and you sigh too.
In front of the same mirror, a man shaves, wondering: will I get through this?, does heaven exist?, where are my years?, where are my dreams?
He cuts his face and, like it’s nothing, dresses in black and kisses his love. He grabs his jacket, says goodbye to her and then covers her up so gently.
Where could she be? I wish I could be, I wish I could see, I wish I could be. Where could she be? I wish I could be, I wish I could know.
I wish I could be,
I wish I could see, I wish I could be. I wish I could be, I wish I could know.
He wishes he could be, be the cause, the result, a record to break, be time in the distance, feel resistance, the strength, the call knocks on his window, it’s spot on and clear the morning light.
The heart of the world is the music you dream of, I wish I could be a planet, I wish I could be a star, to be with her and far from this abyss, I wish I could see the days and not just stickers, the girls in the park, and watch them play, travel in a van, ride a bike, and travel, go down to the sea, feel the sky, live the earth, breathe again and breathe anew, back in the neighborhood, the girls in the park, and another spring, another spring, another spring that bursts, long live the battle.
It’s natural to feel this way, it’s natural to feel this way, it’s natural to feel this way in the city.