Boomerang

The uncle with a long beard arrived, the grandparents made a special lunch,
And he said, 'kids, you're tanned,' and he said, 'at least, you've grown a bit.'
Ignasi and I listened to him tell a thousand adventures from distant countries
And they were good, and they were entertaining, but it was hard to get out of our heads
The strange gift flying above that neighborhood.
Finally down, we positioned ourselves at a safe distance
From the ladies sunbathing and the parked cars,
We studied the air currents, we dried the sweat from our hands.
But the boomerang got stuck in the branches and never came back.
But the boomerang demanded the skill of a professional.

The others came down with Vanessa - oh Vanessa, how is she doing? -
They ate seeds arrogantly, they didn't care from the bench,
Until bored of that spectacle, Xavi, who was older, came, 'let me have a go, step back, let me have a go, you bunch of idiots,
This is cool, what it wants is a good arm game!'
And, gentlemen, it's as good to insist as it is to know when to retreat
And, I don't know about Ignasi, but in my case, I can admit it hurt
To see in Vanessa's eyes that things were getting interesting.
But the boomerang got stuck in the branches and never returned.
But the boomerang demanded the skill of a professional.

But I talk about time, I think it was July when Indurain melted away
And we cursed the Dane and the Hautacam ramps.
The years, well, have made us like men and, although no one has procreated,
I think of alternatives, just in case it ever happens.
And in this world among my strengths there will never be details
But I will strive and one thing I will refrain from giving away,
That childhood will be fun, magical, free, agreed, accepted,
But there is not so much time to waste and, sooner or later, only one truth remains:
The boomerang got stuck in the branches and never came back.
The boomerang demanded the skill of a professional.