Donde Quisimos Vivir

We wouldn’t have any problems,
stop twisting it like that,
if you took care of your hair,
if you didn’t smell like jasmine.
If you burned your lilac
and cashmere dresses,
if we buried our dreams
if we finally went back.
They wouldn’t talk to us
with merchant’s eyes
where we wanted to love,
where we wanted to grow.
If you hadn’t invented
that urge to live
with smiles in autumn
on an endless afternoon.
If we weren’t so foolish
to let ourselves be seduced
by the blackberries, by the clouds
by the scent of April.
If we hadn’t believed
in sleepless nights,
in combing mischievous kids
kissing the sunset.
They wouldn’t talk to us
with merchant’s eyes
where we wanted to love,
where we wanted to grow.
If you hadn’t invented
that urge to live
with smiles in autumn
on an endless afternoon.
If we had ties
if we had more stress,
if we listened to mass
on Sundays at ten.
If their morals flew
through the air like English style,
their offices, their cards,
the lies of their faith.
They wouldn’t talk to us
with merchant’s eyes
where we wanted to love,
where we wanted to grow.
If you hadn’t invented
that urge to live
with smiles in autumn
on an endless afternoon.
If they danced with the moon
without asking the sun for permission,
if they parked progress,
soaked in sweat,
if they listened to the thyme
if they drank in the coolness
if they embraced the silences
if they lost their reason.
They wouldn’t talk to us
with merchant’s eyes
where we wanted to love,
where we wanted to grow.
If you hadn’t invented
that urge to live
with smiles in autumn
on an endless afternoon.