A Modo de Responso - Alberto Cortez, Orquesta Sinfónica Juvenil de Xalapa Veracruz

Miguel

їde qu color es la temperatura?

їa cuntos grados funde, la ternura,

la piel?

Miguel.

їCmo se miden las eternas dudas?

їCmo se cantan las canciones mudas

Miguel?

Ya ves,

cuntas preguntas quedan en el aire;

cuntas respuestas que no sabe nadie…

y ya no ests para contestarme.

Miguel…

duele tu ausencia como no saba

que iba a dolerme tanto desde el da

aquel…

que por andar mirando las estrellas,

la mas brillante te llev con ella,

gira, girando en su carrusel.

Se me derrumba el alma entre los versos,

se hace pedazos contra los recuerdos,

como si fuera entera de papel.

II

Miguel…

їQu peso tiene la melancola?

їA qu distancia queda la alegra

de ser?

Miguel…

їPor qu la luz que siempre ms alumbra

es la que brilla, pero no deslumbra

Miguel?

Ya ves,

sigo en tinieblas sin poder zafarme,

con tantas cosas para preguntarte

y ya no ests para contestarme.

Miguel,

si me parece verte todava,

a pleno sol, en pleno mediodia,

Miguel,

Siempre de frente izando la bandera

de tu verdad por dura que ella fuera

en esta absurda torre de Babel.

Ya que la muerte me pas de largo

canto en la tuya el canto ms amargo

que es mi manera de llorar Miguel.

Miguel

What color is the temperature?

at how many degrees does it melt, tenderness,

the skin?

Miguel.

How are the eternal doubts measured?

How are silent songs sung

Miguel?

You see,

how many questions remain in the air;

How many answers that no one knows...

and you are no longer here to answer me.

Miguel…

Your absence hurts like I didn't know

that it was going to hurt me so much from the day

that…

that for walking looking at the stars,

the brightest took you with her,

she spins, spinning on her carousel of hers.

My soul collapses between the verses,

shatters against memories,

as if she were made entirely of paper.

II

Miguel…

What weight does melancholy have?

How far away is joy

of being?

Miguel…

Why the light that always illuminates more

It is the one that shines, but does not dazzle

Miguel?

You see,

I'm still in darkness without being able to get away,

with so many things to ask you

and you are no longer here to answer me.

Miguel,

if I think I still see you,

in full sun, in full noon,

Miguel,

Always up front hoisting the flag

of your truth no matter how hard it was

in this absurd tower of Babel.

Since death passed me by

I sing in yours the most bitter song

which is my way of crying Miguel.