Rock En Vivo
Rodrigo Gonzales
Live Rock
Nothing is missing
In the smog structure.
Two old shoes
And rusty faces.
The machines roar ferociously
Over Antonio Caso.
Shadows that come and go
Smelling like beer.
Stuck on an idea
I look to see if you land.
I glance at the clock
And it's more than a calendar.
I suspect that out there
There are only strangers,
Wax figures passing by
Without saying your name.
No, there's no way
To rewind the tape.
Your love was a live rock
Two, three ink stains.
A fleeting, improvised jazz riff
An image in the air of a hurried painter.
Everything is a scheme now
Since your ship departed.
Machines, systems,
Structures nonetheless.
A sailboat
Tells me about an island
And a wounded navigator
Behind your eyes.
I carry in my being
A piece of meteorite.
I try my hand at something
But I don't communicate.
A stranger told me
That you sail far away
In search of distant lands,
Heat and tiles.
No, there's no way
To rewind the tape.
Your love was a live rock
Two, three ink stains.
A fleeting, improvised jazz riff
An image in the air of a hurried painter.
