Esquinas porteñas
Homero Manzi
Neighborhood Corners
Corner of the neighborhood,
you paint the walls with the moon and the sun.
The winter rains cry for you
in the watercolors of my memories.
Thirty moons know my pain
and a hundred little streets saw us pass.
Your life crossed with mine,
you took the path that never comes back.
Streets, where the gentle life
lost all hope,
the passion and the faith.
Streets, I know it's already dead,
kicking at every door,
why should I still look for it?
Little streets, shaded with poetry,
saw us leave one day,
happy, the two of us.
Companion of the sun and the stars,
the afternoon left us
on the road to God.
The winds whisper my sorrow.
The shadows tell me that you’re gone.
And written in the calm nights,
I find your name like an obsession.
Little corner of the neighborhood,
with walls painted of moon and sun,
that when you cry with your winter rains,
you stain the landscape of my memories.
