Parque sur

Small lung. City edge.
You have seen me grow,
you have seen me leave.

You were a faithful witness
to dreams spoken out loud;
illustrious notary of the low hours.

I have returned once again
to occupy your benches
like that time when it rained so much.

Do you know what day it is today?
Do you know that years ago I promised to come
to take inventory?

Well, you see,
I'm here, I've been punctual.
I don't know if it's good, I don't know if it's bad...!
depending on how I want to look.

if you knew that outside of here
the meaning of things changes.
if you knew that outside of you
I'm just one more. Oh! South Park.

I look around; I smell the same;
here nothing changes, everything remains the same.

Spring arrives and it's another spring
but, nevertheless, I sense the autumn...