Un núvol blanc
Lluís Llach
A white cloud
Life simply goes by, and arrives
like a bundle that the wind parades, and ends.
Sometimes we are actors,
sometimes spectators,
simply and as if nothing, life gives and takes our role.
Calmly when the wave comes, it ends,
and perhaps, in surrendering, it begins.
The beach in love
doesn't know the long wait
and opens its arms just in case, today the wave wanted to stay.
Just like that, I let you leave me;
just like that, I let you leave me now.
I have, for you, a nest in my tree
and a white cloud, hanging from a branch.
Very white...
Often it's when the sun declines that you look at it.
He, sorrowful, knows that, if it diminishes, you love it.
Sometimes we arrive late
without knowing that sometimes
the fragile art of a simple gesture could tell you that...
Just like that, I let you leave me;
just like that, I let you leave me now.
I have, for you, a nest in my tree
and a white cloud, hanging from a branch.
Very white...
