Somos

We are rivers of hate flowing into joy
we are children playing in the street until the day ends
we are like songs playing on a scratched record
we are the B-side of a tape that has never been played
we are Palma watching the sunset from your old car
we are Barna, Valencia, and Madrid after a concert
we are the Eiffel Tower lit up on February 14th
we are two immigrants speaking a foreign language

when I have the courage to speak, I will say I am afraid
to live without hearing again how 'I love you' sounds
we are the result of everything we have lived
we are everything I have dreamed about you every night

we are that plane that left Barajas one day
the taxi stand where you wait leaning against it
we are every red traffic light with a kiss included
we are a 'don't go, my love, stay with me'
we are a Picasso book and a knight-errant
we are the Little Prince who once went on a journey
like a kamikaze crying at his last supper
we are doubts floating, thinking it's worth it

when I have the courage to speak, I will say I am afraid
to live without hearing again how 'I love you' sounds
we are the result of everything we have lived
we are everything I have dreamed about you every night
we are everything I have dreamed about you every night
we are everything I have dreamed about you every night