La bohemia

Youthful, cheerful, crazy and gray bohemia
from a time already past
where in an attic
naked like the sun
you posed for me and I with devotion
painted with passion
your weary body..
until dawn
sometimes without eating
and always without sleeping...

the bohemia
the bohemia
was love
happiness...

the bohemia
the bohemia
was a flower of
our age..

I remember in that bar
the coffee table, happily brought us together
talking incessantly
dreaming of achieving
glory
and when a painter found a buyer
and sold a canvas to him...
we used to shout with him
and walk joyfully around...

the bohemia
the bohemia
was playing, happy and loving...

the bohemia
the bohemia
I will succeed next to you.

We had health, smiles and youth
and nothing in our pockets,
with cold, with heat
the same good humor..
shone in our being,
always fighting the same
with men until the end,
we built castles..
and the desire to live
made us resist and not falter.

the bohemia
the bohemia
was watching
the sunrise..

the bohemia
the bohemia
was dreaming of a love.

Today I returned to yesterday
crossed its gray mist
and found it changed
the girls are no longer there
nor do they go up to the attic...
gilded with passion dreaming like yesterday,
I wandered around that little room... but they have already demolished it
and in its place, a cold and large hotel stands
that hides the sun...

the bohemia
the bohemia
that I lived
lost its light...

the bohemia
the bohemia
was a flower and finally died.