Aquarela

On any sheet
I draw a yellow Sun
And, with five or six lines
It's easy to make a castle

I run the pencil around my hand
And give myself a glove
And, if I make it rain, with two strokes
I have an umbrella

If a little drop of ink
Falls on a blue piece of paper
In an instant, I imagine
A beautiful seagull flying in the sky

It flies, circling
The immense north-south curve
I travel with it
Hawaii, Beijing, or Istanbul

I paint a sailboat
White sailing
There's so much sky and sea
In a blue kiss

Among the clouds emerges
A beautiful pink and maroon airplane
Coloring everything around
With its flashing lights

Just imagine, and it's taking off
Serene and beautiful
And, if we want
It will land

On any sheet
I draw a departing ship
With some good friends
Drinking, enjoying life

From one America to another
I can pass in a second
I turn a simple compass
And, in a circle, I make the world

A boy walks
And walking reaches the wall
And right there ahead
Waiting for us, the future is

And the future is a spaceship
That we try to pilot
It has no time, no mercy
No set time to arrive

Without asking permission
It changes our lives
And then invites
To laugh or cry

On this road, it's not for us
To know or see what will come
The end of it, no one knows
Exactly where it will lead

Let's all walk
On a beautiful catwalk
Of a watercolor that, one day, finally
Will fade

On any sheet
I draw a yellow Sun (that will fade)
And, with five or six lines
It's easy to make a castle (that will fade)

I turn a simple compass
And, in a circle, I make the world (that will fade)