Entre Un Hola Y Un Adiós

Autumn suits you well... How nice to see you again... Do you remember me?... I'm the lead who in '73 investigated your habits and recorded your intimacy to coincide with you as if by chance. The one who, when the afternoon threatened to rain, waited for you with his soul pinned like a needle to open his umbrella and with it, his heart. The one who said 'hello' to you... And to whom you said 'goodbye'... How many sleepy meters have I let escape by crossing the guts of this city with you. To fly in your swarm, to have something in common, I befriended your friends, I still keep some. I overcame the vertigo to the heights to reach your level and by brushing against your dress, I played any role. How many vain somersaults to get your attention just to say 'hello' and hear you say 'goodbye'. It flatters me that you remember me as your first love although you might confuse me with some other gentleman. I'm the one who waited in line to let you go first, who crossed deserts on foot to offer you water. The one who played the records when you wanted to dance, and no matter how much I stretched my arms, I never managed to touch you. The one who keeps your memory as a gift from God in the book of dreams between a 'hello' and a 'goodbye'.