For My Brother
You are a man. I’ve remained the same
as the years that went by left me
a strange boy who has aged
and I don’t hope for anything more, my brother
my dreams scattered from my hands
like rose-petals I’ve given to the wind.
Oh, how I wish you could forget
the concerns of life that consume you
and come over here, pass your arm
around me and leaning you’d hear
the passion that has pushed down
the one you once loved so much.
My dear brother I would tell you in a low tone
how all people have hated me
and how I ploughed along straight
going daily a little more away from them
not knowing which direction I was going
not knowing which places would hold me
and as you are my beloved brother
and when seeing your teary eyes
I would forget of all the struggles of life
and gazing far away to the western sky
the little clouds that turned golden
kissing tenderly the top of the cypress
I would seek a simple sun-flooded city
and the big house where we spent our first
years and where we played the marbles.
I’d tell you about the joys I still enjoy
about the ones that have vanished
and for the days that will never come back.
Libros Libertad 