Los Columpios
Lola Tuduri
The Swings
In our favorite spot
The bad stories
Turn into a myth
In our humble home
Where you wait for me
So I can cry and fall apart
I don’t need to act tough with you
You know I break down with the slightest slip
You know I’m transparent even when I forget sometimes
But you’re always there
On the swings
Waiting to talk
Or to say nothing at all
And let me hug you
You keep my sword
You give me your peace
You take the bullets
That were gonna kill me
And hurt inside
You ask
If you can do anything more
For me, for me, for me
In our sheltering place
You always wait for me
You save my spot
You have that look intact
You won’t let me wave the white flag
I don’t need to pretend that everything’s fine
You know perfectly when it’s gonna rain
You understand me, you teach me, you look at me, I laugh
How life changes with you
But you’re always there
On the swings
Waiting to talk
Or to say nothing at all
And let me hug you
You keep my sword
You give me your peace
You take the bullets
That were gonna kill me
And hurt inside
You ask
If you can do anything more
For me, for me, for me
You always know what to say
Even if I can’t hear it
Your gaze freezes
What I couldn’t see
But you’re always there
On the swings
Waiting to talk
Or to say nothing at all
And let me hug you
You keep my sword
You give me your peace
You take the bullets
That were gonna kill me
And hurt inside
You ask
If you can do anything more
For me, for me, for me
For me, for me, for me