MAY YOUR BAR NEVER CLOSE
When I think of you…
I hope that your lipstick doesn’t ruin your smile.
I hope that your days will find sunshine,
That the calendar, which you consult all the time,
doesn’t speed up your years,
And that your eyes stay as far from a tear
As they can…
I hope that your curtains gives you plenty of light
For I know the sun knocks on your window.
That you don’t have to count minutes or hours on end
While you wait for a mystical symbol.
And that a feather, bright blue, dripping with dew
Has replaced the cold iron of your pistol.
I hope that the end of the world finds you dancing
Under raindrops of April’s own showers,
And that the lights of the stage always darken your greys
And may all of your lemons be sour.
May all of your moons be of honey,
May the bar where you drink never close,
May red roses replace all the money on Earth
And may all of your nights be my song.
I hope when you look in the mirror,
May you not find a face that confirms
what you dreamed of and thought of as fear,
And may you always a true friend remain.
C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 05 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain