AND PERHAPS
I was born nobody
Nobody I shall remain.
Give me the key to your heart
I will paint my best picture
Tell you a good story
Many years ago
About a young painter
Who wanted to paint his soul.
I decided to write on the other side of the page
Looking for a meaning, the opposite face.
There is always another story, another way,
Another brother and sister, another day.
You whisper in my ear, and I wake up in heaven.
Your beautiful skin has showed me again
That I can travel in time, travel far away.
Love is the ticket, the vehicle is you,
To see you smile, to lay on your side,
Touching you, feeling you, stealing your scent,
Borrowing your soul, launching myself.
I have so much to tell you. I wish I could,
But I know I just have the time
To give you a little flower in a pot.
I called you today and you never called back
I was wondering if you wanted my custom or not.
I just wanted to send a few records home,
A few books and perhaps a few guitars.
But you never called back, even though I waited.
Here I am, late at night in Dol Llys,
Writing a poem about a freight company.
How sad can that be? Or perhaps how funny…
It shows you can write about anything
As long as you know how to live and let live.
The heart of the poet rides through deserts,
Up mountains, rivers and along beautiful coasts,
And I find myself here writing about you,
A voice on the heartless phone, a dream
In a busy day, the pride of work well done.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo