Y Soñará

He walks worried through the street,
today he will arrive late to the office.
He will say that the traffic is terrible
and will add another lie.
He will hang his jacket slowly,
return once again to the routine.
He will have a coffee from the machine
and will consume a new day.

And will dream
of a fourteen-year-old who will touch him one day
and will save him.
With a fourteen-year-old, he will fix things.
And will dream
of a fourteen-year-old who will touch him one day
and will save him.
With a fourteen-year-old, he will fix things.

But in the meantime, fortune arrives,
he has to go at the pace that is his.
Summer will come and Christmas
and the fixed hours and the others.
His well-handled calendar
will change for another any day.
And from his head will sprout
those daring white hairs.

And he will still dream
of a fourteen-year-old who will touch him one day
and will save him.
With a fourteen-year-old, he will fix things.
And he will still dream
of a fourteen-year-old who will touch him one day
and will save him.
With a fourteen-year-old, he will fix things.
And he will still dream
of a fourteen-year-old who will touch him one day
and will save him.
With a fourteen-year-old, he will fix things.