Tal vez soñabas una feliz primavera
mientras yo buscaba señales en las piedras
quizás escribías un poema coherente
mientras yo araba, gritaba frases, heridas o inertes.
Tal vez buscabas un mañana y un porque
mientras yo improvisaba, para mantenerme en pie
quizás tus sueños cantaban libertad
mientras yo huía de la razón y la verdad.
Creo que no fuimos lo que deseamos ser
creo que perdimos nuestros pasos en el andén.
Pensé que te bastaba mi yo sincero
pero no entendí de rutinas y quebrantos
solo alimente ternuras en tus ratos
y perpetué ilusiones e ideologías en desacato.
Tal vez irrespete tus normas
y seguí senderos de utopía plena
quizás elegí sin resultados
y el futuro llegó rompiéndome en pedazos.
Creo que el presente en fiesta ajena baila
y que pocos saben quién ama o quién engaña.
Pensaste encontrar lo que buscabas
cuando apenas llegué, cuando conversamos
tal vez la magia rozó a destiempo tu corazón
y luego llegó la tormenta de los tiempos.
Creo que las flores huyeron de nuestro lado
y las diferencias fueron más grande que el amor
creo que tanto el agua como la arena
siempre se escapan entre los dedos.
I think..... maybe
Maybe you were dreaming of a happy spring
while I was looking for signs in the stones
maybe you were writing a coherent poem
while I was plowing )shouting phrases, wounded or inert.
Maybe you were looking for a tomorrow and a why
while I improvised, to keep me on my feet
maybe your dreams sang freedom
while I ran away from reason and truth.
I think we were not what we wished to be
I think we lost our steps on the platform.
I thought that my sincere self was enough for you
but I did not understand routines and breakdowns
I only fed tenderness in your moments
and I perpetuated illusions and ideologies in contempt.
Maybe I disrespected your rules
and followed paths of full utopia
maybe I chose without results
and the future came breaking me into pieces.
I believe that the present dances in someone else's party
and that few know who loves or who cheats.
You thought you found what you were looking for
when I barely arrived, when we talked
maybe the magic brushed your heart at the wrong time
and then came the storm of the times.
I think the flowers fled from our side
and the differences were bigger than love
I think both water and sand
always slip through our fingers.