By: Rico Malvaez
Hey! Friend!, Remember the wine?
The Boulevard was running toward the river?,
The nights that seemed made
To fly to heaven and have adventures
From a silver cup filled with wine.
The river has dried, the Boulevard, …
Is empty and your glass is lost
In a night full of cold.
My friend fell asleep and left me alone on the road,
Singing 100 years the plight of Macondo
And the cold poem of at lonely brother.
I’m not longer shout: – “Where are you!” –
Well is that looking at the sky I find you
And you smile like the angel you are,
And the consolation of sadness
you don’t vanish.
The Bohemian has left me alone,
Well they lost the sense of following drinking in the night ,
And singing at dawn in a car
And drinking liquor with you.
There is a beautiful winged angel, happy travels by your side
And that leads to a new river, to keep you browsing
And … I’m here, remember you, my brother,
Happy and thinking, with your eternal image
I write a song:
“If you went on a cold evening star,
Today you’ll will be constellation “.