Utopia

Of the many things
From my childhood
I keep it alive in my memory
The comfort of my home
In the late afternoon
When everything was quiet
The family got along
There on the porch talking

My parents didn't have
No school, no money
Every day, all year long
They worked non-stop
Everything was missing
But we didn't even care
The important thing was not missing
Your smile, your look

I so many times
I saw my father arrive tired
But that was sacred
One by one he caressed
And I asked
Who had done something wrong?
And mom defended us
Everything gradually fell into place

The sun was setting
Someone brought the guitar
Everyone then asked
For daddy to sing with us
Out of tune
Half hoarse and tired voice
He sang a thousand songs
Your gaze to the setting sun

Time passed
Today I see the wonder
Of having a family
When so many don't have it
Now they speak
Of separation and divorce
Love became a consortium
Nobody's commitment

And there are so many children
That is much more than a palace
Would you like a hug?
And the affection between your parents
If parents loved
Divorce would not come
They call it utopia
I call this peace