Yo me quedo

What house will shelter you,
in what corner will you stand,
what neighborhood will you walk through
to find yourself?

Which neighbor will talk to you,
which buddy will come looking for you,
which friend will you share
to surrender yourself?

I stay with all those things
small, silent,
with those I stay.

I don't want to talk to you about other things
more worthy, more beautiful,
with those I stay.

What green will dazzle you,
what land with its humidity,
its scents, its humility
will be missing?

What seas will bathe you
and what sun will embrace you,
what kind of freedom
will they give you?

I stay with all those things
small, silent,
with those I stay.

I don't want to talk to you about other things
more worthy, more beautiful,
with those I stay.