Mi viejo barrio
La Unión
My Old Neighborhood
As I listen to that old record
again and again
I see the scenes from those days
start to appear
from the old photograph
everyone's back, everyone's back
accomplices from yesterday.
On the street where I was born
we played, you and I
a crazy world for just the two of us.
On the street where I was born
we lived, you and I
we laughed at the pain
right? You and I.
Our names on the awnings
fictional romances
I still remember the first cigarette
magical fear
thousands of aimless walks
deep down, deep down
without a reason.
Today I return to my old neighborhood
I can even smell it
clothes hanging from the windows
I walk without direction
I don’t know where my friend is
a journey, a journey
into my inner self.
