La Guitarra
Victor Heredia
The Guitar
If I keep a memory that will never leave me
It's this one that my soul sometimes tends to sing
I was ten years old and had a world to conquer
The Moon and my neighborhood, humble and far from the sea
My father had the marks of his childhood
Etched in fire like a tattoo on his skin
No kisses or hugs as hard as a chisel
Standing on his scaffold of noble stubbornness
One of those rainy days in Paso del Rey
He brought me in his arms wrapped in paper
Resonant wood, mysterious and ancestral
Guitar, guitar
My father has loved me again, I tell you never
Could I forget his tobacco voice
He sang only once and the whole house
Exuded sand and salt
The pines and the countryside whispered like the sea
I wanted to tell you this simple memory
Because sometimes when it rains
I hear my father singing
