Erase que se era

Once upon a time there was a group of nine or ten
who met every night:
a sort of dreams that formed a gang,
some good boys laughing together.
Once upon a time there was once...

At that time, there was so much love, what do I know:
such a time of loves!
We paraded together, poems were made,
and the streets had such good tastes.
Once upon a time there was once...

From one
deep down
we went through
the same song:
it was one,
they were two,
there were so many and what do I know,
but it was
beautiful
to look at each other, to see us suffer.
Once upon a time there was once...

It was
impossible
to go
a single day without dying,
without shouting,
without laughing,
without understanding, without loving.
What a disaster
of people
who couldn't be at peace.
Once upon a time there was once...

I don't know if it was time
that flies everything away,
or if it was us
triggering time,
but we fragmented
like a grenade.
Once upon a time there was once...

I don't know if it has rained
a rain that wets
each shrapnel where it fell,
if there is a common afternoon
stored in time.
Once upon a time there was once...

I don't know if it has served
for something or nothing
that there has been a past
and that there is memory left.
I don't know if tomorrow
I will think about what I live today.
Once upon a time there was once...