Soñar Despierto

It was a happy day on the land.
It was a holiday, I swear.
And the men who got up went to a bar
and drank with care and moderation, 'cause there are no sorrows to forget.

It's a day we don't know yet.
It's a day that's yet to come.
Couples loved each other without fear of social watch.
And there were no ladies, no limits, no moral whips.

And thirsty, they drank from the river,
the waters are no longer polluted.
And the kids played without a rush
and in their games, there were no rivals.
The elders no longer preached their longevity
and the young women ran without dieting to lose weight.

And this luck that I own
landed on my shoulders in a dream
and the world that doesn’t take sedatives
has started to dream
of nature and the parents of humanity.
And between dreams and dreams, the world
seems to change colors.

Don’t think you can’t daydream,
that by closing your eyes and your nose,
you’ll leave behind the loose pieces
and the sad hangovers of your country.

There are no dark clouds or lightning,
no mothers in the Plaza de Mayo,
no pilgrimages to a sanctuary.

And in the true avenues
there will be no curfews or checkpoints
nor squads killing on the sidewalk.

There will be no more urban processions
nor Central American tragedies
nor a thorn stuck in Guatemala or Nicaragua.