Siete Puertas
Pedro Guerra
Seven Doors
My house is by the sea with seven doors.
I don’t live there anymore, but they’re waiting for me
the old man who doesn’t get my songs
the square, the ghosts, the hidden corners
the time to cry
the urge to sing
and a kid who’s full of reasons.
My house is by the sea with seven doors.
I don’t live there anymore, but they’re waiting for me
my fishing bucket from when I was a kid
wanting to tell you but not knowing how
my mother and my home
my feet in the wine press
the rain and a place to write to you.
My house is by the sea with seven doors.
I don’t live there anymore, but they’re waiting for me
the street, the foosball, the emotions
the line that divides the nations
the days of workshop
the woman I’ll never have
and the mud that stained my pants.
My house is by the sea with seven doors.
I don’t live there anymore, but they’re waiting for me
the narrow vastness of the cities
the marks that truths leave on us
the faith to transform
my house and my place
and the wine that brightened our friendships.
