That year May lasted twelve months
you and I had just been born
and a very serious man died of disgust
on the first page of the ABC
the carnations bit the magistrates
Paris was a neighborhood with accordion
Marx forbade his children to arrive late
to the sweet bonfire of the insurrection
the poetry went out to the street
we recognized our faces
We knew that everything is possible
in 1968
Jean Paul Sartre and Dylan sang a duet
they played the corro Lenin and Rambo
the clocks marked 40 of fever
there was talk of sex in the Renault company
two and two and never more added 4
he suffered bad loves until Degault
poppies grew in the middle of Prague
as a red challenge to concrete gray
the poetry went out to the street
we recognized our faces
We knew that everything is possible
in 1968
But we could not reinvent history
he chewed gum death in Vietnam
they stepped on the tanks the flowers of Prague
In Mexico cute they were throwing
while Che dug his grave in Bolivia
sang Masiel in Eurovision
and my father arrived punctually at work
with white collar and brown suit
if I find that friend now
I read at the bottom of his eyes
that the flowers have dried
1968
The paintings went on strike in the museums
Paris was red, San Francisco blue
a vagabond was elected mayor
and the Sorbonne was in Catmandú
survive imbecile! is rock or death
drink coca cola, sing this song
that spring is going to last very little
that tomorrow is Monday and last night it rained.
if I find that friend now
I read at the bottom of his eyes
that the flowers have dried
1968
Only among all we can make this a better place :)