Carito

Sitting alone on a bench in the city
with your gaze remembering the coastline
your luck wanted to be divided
half truth, half lie,
like a promise of hope for the poor.

Walking alone under the gray drizzle
pretending hard that your life was from here
because you exchanged a sea of people
where the flower rules
see that the river never gave away its color.

Carito, release your sorrow,
may your tear turn into a diamond
between my strings.
Carito, release your stone
to fly like the thrush
in spring.

In Buenos Aires, the shoes are modern
but they don't shine like in a town square
let your tiny light
speak secretly to the song
so that the sun shines a little more on you.

Any seed, when it becomes a plant, wants to see
the same star from that evening
that saved it from the sharp beak
sheltering it in the dark
from the gull that ravages the furrows.

Carito, I am your friend,
I offer myself as a tree
for your nest.
Carito, release your song,
the accordion's fan
is waiting for it.