We were once a group of nine or ten
that coincided every night:
a kind of dream that made a gang,
Good guys laughing together.
Once upon a time it was once ...
At that time he loved himself so much, what do I know?
What a time of love!
We paraded together, we made poems,
and the streets that had good tastes.
Once upon a time it was once ...
From one in the background we passed
for the same song:
It was one, there were two, there were so many what I know,
but it was nice to look at ourselves, to see ourselves suffer.
Once upon a time it was once ...
It was impossible to spend a single day without dying,
without shouting, without laughing, without understanding, without loving.
What a disaster of people who could not be at peace.
Once upon a time it was once ...
I do not know if it was the time that flies everything,
or if it was us detonating the time,
but we fragmented ourselves like a grenade.
Once upon a time it was once ...
I do not know if it rained a wet rain
each splinter where it has fallen,
if there is a common afternoon saved in time.
Once upon a time it was once ...
I do not know if it has been useful or nothing
that has happened and that I remember.
I do not know if tomorrow I will think what I live today.
Once upon a time it was once ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)