Dentro de Un Siglo
Silvio Rodriguez
In a Century
Ay! through those same streets
that have grown with us
what's to come passes, I know.
Those crowded buses
those packed cinemas
those lights, poor, will widen.
We live the prehistory
of the masked future
in the circumstance of love.
How many natural rites
will fill the new suits
and how many demons will remain,
I know as well.
The new children will be born
from their old old parents
and perhaps we will be the worst.
Our same agonies
we will sow in their days
as an already old generation.
The poets will love
by virtue of their cynicism
because our life cost us.
And we will have our dead,
our history and an imaginary
desert, to always defend from God.
And we will be ugly and beautiful
as, in the end, everyone has been
full of flaws and virtue.
We will never be perfect
but we will never stop
trying to be, for love.
From the values tables
each time we will know less
everything fits in a world without hunger.
In a century we will be
that school history
that bores the children because it
has already passed.
