El Hombre Que Siempre Estuvo Ali

It's a story I wrote about someone,
from whom I learned the true value of the most precious treasure I have,
my treasure of being alive.
This one's for my buddy Mario,
a tribute to his memory and his life,
a man anonymous like so many others,
you'll see him pass by the next avenue.

That June afternoon under a suffocating sun,
I was walking alone and distant, nothing interesting,
suddenly I saw that lost man without direction,
a solitary spirit aided by a cane.
Excuse me, I'm blind and I think I'm lost,
relax, friend, I said, tell me where you're going and I'll go with you,
he was friendly as if in a game,
I remember he told me a good joke about a blind man.
He caught me on the way and I accompanied him to his neighborhood,
my name is Mario, I go down your street daily,
I work nearby, my brother brings me on his motorcycle,
to the ONCE building there on Federico Soto.
Our encounter led to another, friendship arose early,
we met some afternoons of that warm summer,
between coffees and conversations he told me about his wife and daughters,
he described them, smiled, and kissed his ring.
He said that at the age of Jesus on the cross,
he felt his sight dissipate but never his restlessness,
his guidance a lesson, his humor a blessing,
the erotic Sharon Stone shines in his imagination.
In another dimension due to a strange illness,
he played his cards and now he manages without more,
without the luck of others, the fear that harms him the most,
having forgotten the faces of those who accompany him.
Mario, an anonymous superhero that no one looks at,
people cross his path and avoid him to not bother,
he will walk confidently until his soul is complete,
you'll see him grazing and you'll realize that.

That's how life teaches,
I look at my problems, look at your problems, which soul is big, which small?,
destiny uses the strangest ways,
it grants us a future but then deceives us.
When you least expect it, something can happen to you,
alter your course, change your actions,
the art of adapting and living, a lesson I learned,
when I met the man who was always there. (x2)