Canción Pequeña

When you start digging into memory
you choose from the past those things
that support you, that affirm you, that entangle you
that protect you from some shadows...
I'm as much a slave as the lip of the mouth
I'm as tied as a child to his ball
disarmed like a King without his crown
like a boat on the waves...

Without you, I would lack the alphabet
without you, I manage to make myself so small
that if someone does this, I disappear
like a gas balloon that goes to the sky.

I'm not sure if I'm the thread or the kite
I don't know if I'm the heart or the head
I'll never know if I'm the soul or the matter
If I'm the stick, if I'm the sail...
between the two of us we invent the imperfect
with the appearance of always doing the right thing
who knows what goes on inside us
who cares if I love you

Without you, I would lack the alphabet...