El Color Del Mar
Paloma San Basilio
The Color of the Sea
I saw how he left without looking back
Without speaking, almost without saying goodbye
He only took something to read
And a watch that always lived with him
A somewhat gray evening disappeared
No one called him afterwards
He only took his memories with him.
When he discovered the color of the sea
He stopped, sat there
He began to laugh, he began to kiss
To burn as naked as he was
He tried to swim, let himself be rocked
And felt the water on his skin
And suddenly he forgot his memories.
He buried the watch of his childhood
The hours he spent, with nothing to say
He felt once again immense desire to fly, to live.
I saw how he left without looking back
Without speaking, almost without saying goodbye
He only took something to read
And a watch that always lived with him
A somewhat gray evening disappeared
No one called him afterwards
He only took his memories with him.
He buried the watch of his childhood
The hours he spent with nothing to say
He felt once again immense desire to fly, to live.
When he discovered the color of the sea
He stopped, sat there
He began to laugh, he began to kiss
To burn as naked as he was
He tried to swim, let himself be rocked
And felt the water on his skin
He wanted to fly, he wanted to laugh
He wanted to scream
He wanted to fly, to live.
