Last night, I saw you in my dreams…
you were clear, you were true…

You were talking about shipwrecks,
about assaults, meetings…

You narrated how is the pain,
the uncertainty, the disagreement…

You felt that I had not gotten closer,
the bitterness of contempt,
about not remembering…

You sang your ditties,
your sayings, your proverbs…

You got the smiles of them,
with your irony and those adverbs…

You came to remember us,
that happiness…
it is not made only of climb…

And that music
as life,
does not understand time…