Neighbor learns to fly
He looks out the door at sunset,
with the same dark suit as yesterday,
and for so many years he has seen him use,
from January 6 until Christmas.
I feel his sadness under the hallway;
He is a man only and only in San Juan,
he is seen happy as an apprentice;
he rehearses his naked and gray laughter.
Poor neighbor, how many roads
They saw his eyes go by.
How many bonfires of love and heat,
They went out already.
Come on pigeon, learn to fly,
Now you can not, but you can.
I also want to undo
This solitude that I learned to love.
This companion that pa'rar
He hammocks in the smoke and makes me sing.
I know that the darkness is a lizard
when the ceiling begins to speak.
And he spends his life in Technicolor,
that you and I had.
Poor neighbor, how many roads
They saw your eyes go by.
How many bonfires of love and heat,
They went out already.
Let pigeon learn to fly,
Now you can not, but you can.
Let pigeon learn to fly,
Now you can not, but you can.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)