Cuando
Juan Carlos Baglietto
When
When you wake up every day
With the body of air and that smell
Happy from the gentle dream of the lilacs
Without fear of movement and pain
When I have almost nothing
Of blood in the throat of paper
Not a sour fish swimming in the gaze
Not wanting more shelter than the skin
Those days will be those ships
Of light that I once knew how to write
And the joy we have forgotten
Returning to rise through the bones
I feed on a chimera
In which the eyes will see the sun shine
The arms of my father in the flags
And a black ash and a black ash
And a black ash that goes away
When I convince myself that luck
Rules me as much as passion
And not the fearsome archangel of death
Watching over the field of the clock
If the accomplished and the possible
Always have the face of horror
In this homeland of the inaccessible
In this forgotten time of God
I say that my eager loves
Are strong and live more than I do
They are giants delicate as flowers
That breathe in this murky heart
I feed them with a chimera
In which the eyes will see the sun shine
The arms of my father in the flags
And a black ash and a black ash
And a black ash that goes away
And a black ash and a black ash
And a black ash that goes away
And a black ash and a black ash
And a black ash that goes away