Buen Día, Día

Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, dog; woman, good day
Tree, good day; lady, good day
Good day, son; brother, good day
Good day, day; day, good day

I am all your forgetfulness
And from all your forgetfulness
My food appears
Here is your freedom
Here your intention clumped
To be a bird

Here is the stone of your laughter
Here my mouth, up and shouting
Good day, to everything that happens
I am the one who gives route to your forgotten step
And the one who walks you
Barefoot, among your steps
I know nothing. No, I know nothing, I know nothing

Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day
Good day Sun; suns, good day
Fools, good day; lady, good day
Good day water; fire, good day
Good day air; Moon, good day

Together we will dig
To the surface of the earth
Your pain is love
Transforming into the world
Everything to search for has already been found
I come growing from ancient formless
And a box is your body
Where the pain never stops

Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day

Delight yourself now that you are alive
This world was already a madness
Come on, bring it all together
Plain and vegetable intertwined
Water over fire and fire under the earth
I know well that your choirs would be happy

Let what grows rise
What moves away, apart
What came, be found
What left, go away

Here I go, the one who laughs and laughs
Below and above the slopes
Here I go, the one who painted the friend
Hear, hear, hear, what a beautiful river
That dreams in you, calling
Human, human, human
Human, human, human, human

Thought runs, body dances
Eyes illuminate, voice reaches and escapes
Why, why, why
Transit the lushness in your soul

Oh, the yoke
Oh, the entangling journey
I toast with you, Hölderlin
For the free, the ethereal blessing
And let the helpful hands be heard
The tasks of love, creative and fraternal

Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, haven; storm, good day
Good day, route; death, good day
Good day, day

Hey, and if you had contracted
Commitment with death
And if you had died perhaps
Fighting or believing
Or trying stairs
To catch the backs of the sky

You would have taken glory there
Yes, from where there is no return
But also, you would have left
Fable, utopia, and dust
Among my mortal comrades

Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day

Poor you are, if you do not carry full
The coffers of your heart
Lost idiot, that one
Who does not recognize himself in senseless hatred

What fool will not see his passion
More deranged
And what kind of rich will he be
Who does not carry everything together and in a single fist
The psyche and the heartbeat of his people

Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day

I have come to move and give impetus to the fanfare
I am fertilized by the music that tones and heals
The poets accuse me of having to be brave
The arts forever, the muses unchained
How, I smell, sleep, laugh, drink, play, walk
I lie face to the sky and my rest enjoys
In the peace of each origin

Good day, day
Goodbye, ships anchored on torrential waters
Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day

Not us!
Rejoicing of dew on splendid noses
Not us!
Elastic celebrants of desires
No!. Not us!
Brave Napoleons without battles
Commitment has never been a balm for me
No!, I am from here, I, little, tense
And I stay to sing and love
From a garden, manual, in my brothers

Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day
Good day, day; day, good day