Si muriera mañana

If I died tomorrow
Today I’d hit the beach to play in the sand with my kid
I’d call up that friend who’s been on my mind for years and we’d crack open a beer
I’d feast on one of those fancy meals with my partner and then take a stroll
I’d cry out of hidden rage in a parking lot, shouting at God with disdain

"How can you do this to me, you bastard
With how much I love living?"
I still don’t want to go

And luckily, all of this is a lie, I just made up that I was dying
But it makes me sad to think of those who know today is really their last day
I dive into the cliché to tell you that we need to embrace life
When there are beautiful things, let’s be happy with full awareness and love, because it all ends someday

"How can you do this to me, you bastard
With how much I love living?"
I still don’t want to go

I want to live
400 years
Climb more steps

I want to live
More lives than anyone
Get myself a master’s

I want to live
Without silly fears
Buy myself some churros

I want to live
So many things
Always wear a hat