To the city when I was born in the middle of
the past century (1958).
Can I remember those faraways days full of wind?
Can I retrieve the little lakes with frost?
These memories are in my heart
My distant places has been with me
nourishing my dreams
In these warms sunny cities
Now and then I remember the sadness, the loneliness, the invencible wind
governing the Magallanes Strait
The old happines of Bories Street in
summertime
But it was neccesary to give up
the snow
that always used to fall slowly like the hours
The same hours that ran through Maria Behetty
Today, with the sun kissing my head
I remember those cools bigs, olds ships
sleeping beside to the strait
Waiting for its captains
Maybe waiting for me
To a.r
I don't know what to do with her height
She is very close to heaven
The same heaven for which I live
Maybe I should just give her my warm heart
in her hands
Hoping that she can read in it
and understand that
I am who she has been waiting for
