A Nuestros Hijos

Excuse the distressed face,
excuse the lack of hugs,
excuse the lack of space,
the days were like that.
Excuse for so many dangers,
excuse the lack of friends,
excuse the lack of shelter,
the days were like that.
Excuse the lack of leaves,
excuse the lack of air,
forgive if I couldn't choose,
the days were like that.

And when they transcribe it,
and when they untie the bonds,
and when they cut the belts,
celebrate the party for me.
And when they wash the wounds,
and when they wash the soul,
and when they wash the water,
wash your eyes for me.
And when the flowers bloom,
and when the plants grow,
when they harvest the fruits,
taste the flavor for me.
Because the days were like that.