Maybe any day,

Maybe any day,
somebody writes,
with the tears of the heart,
a song full of fondness.

Maybe any day,
somebody exchanges,
so much drowned words,
for a scream of freedom.

Maybe any day,
in the night,
we filed the light of the tomorrow,
and to the dawn,
open the life,
like a blue grenade.

Maybe any day,
we will deploy the wings,
ant the flower will grow from the wound,
red, humid
cracked of love,
balm of conscience and hate.

Maybe any day,
the ivy of the pain
will be the flower of the dream,
the wounds close
and the mouth kisses them
without the bitterness of today.

Maybe any day,
somebody writes the history without fear,
and your word and mine crosses,
crisscross,
outside of this alley.

Quizàs algùn dia,

Quizàs algùn dia,
alguien escriba,
con las làgrimas del corazón,
una camion Ilena de ternura.

Quizàs algùn dia,
alguien permute,
tantas palabras ahogadas,
por un grito do libertad.

Quizàs algùn dia,
en la noche,
tejamos la luz del manaña,
y al amanecer,
abramos la vida,
como una granada azul.

Quizàs algùn dia,
desplegaremos las alas,
y crecerà la flor desde la herida,
roja hùmeda,
hendida de amor,
bàlsamo de conciencia y odio.

Quizàs algùn dia,
la hiedra del dolor
se convierta en la flor del sueño,
làs Ilagas se cierren
y la boca las bese
sin la amargura de hoy.

Quizis algùn dia,
alguien escriba sin miedo la historia,
y to palabra y la mia se crucen,
entrelazadas,
fuera de este callejón.