Velatorio - Zpu

Dicen que era un ángel

Que tenía un gran corazón

Que era un polizón del barco de la vida

Que vestía un armazón

Tras un tropezón se alzaba y resurgía

Que era un cabezón, tenía el don de dar si sonreía

Lo hacía con los ojos;

ya quedan pocos de esos

Su enojo era una brizna comparado con sus besos

Si alguna vez rozaron sus mejillas o sus labios

Desaparecieron las rencillas, llantos, los agravios

Dicen que era mágico, un genio de versos trágicos

Que le entregó su vida al papel sin condiciones

Si le pudo el pánico, abanicó las dudas

Que sus ataduras mas duras forjaron sus canciones

Que nunca dio lecciones de engreído, ni consejos

Que en sus oraciones siempre alejó los falsos reflejos

Si dejó algo fue a sí mismo junto a sus valores

Dicen que amaba las flores, que siempre se van los mejores

Que charlaba con la luna y con el sol

Que su nunca era una cuna de botellas de alcohol

Su vacuna fue la ayuda de allegados más próximos

Su código una cura para lograr sus propósitos

Y que siempre estuvo para echar un cable

Que era un indomable y echaba de menos a su padre

Que fue un sable contra el miserable y el arpío

Que ha dejado un río, un vacío inconmensurable

Dicen que la depresión le robó la alegría

Que se hundía en pozos de melancolía

Que su vía de escape frente al atrape era el papel

Que se amaban en un carrusel de roces y caricias sin cuartel

Que en su Torre de Babel eran felices, dicen

Que su mente era un pincel

Que fue vago por los tragos que clavaron su cincel bajo su piel;

Piel que engaña, que su alma siempre nos ha sido fiel

Que ante las lágrimas nos sostuvo su hombro

Siempre estuvo, llenó un cubo cuando tocó cada fondo

Y su peso le arrojó a las turbias manos de la sinrazón

Y como todos ya se ha convertido en polvo

Que nadie se escapa, que fue su única certeza

Que trazó mil mapas dentro de un rompecabezas

Dicen que sus piezas nunca han estado tan juntas

Que sintió el menosprecio que sufren los que despuntan

Dicen que vivió como si no hubiera un mañana

Que el cemento fue su cárcel y la lluvia su nana

Que su ángel fue su mamá, y su fe congelada

Que esto con el tiempo sana, dicen que no somos nada

Que lo amaban por lo irrepetible

Que su mirada atravesaba lo invisible

Que soñaba lo imposible para con sí mismo

Que era un niño grande jugando al idealismo

Dicen tantas cosas que no sé quién fue

Dicen que nos mira desde arriba que aún nos acompaña

Dicen que le extrañan

Cuentan que su mente navegó en un mar de quizás

Dicen que su corazón latió hecho trizas

Mientras velan sus cenizas

Dicen que brindemos, que él lo quiso así

Que hay que celebrarle por los que estamos aquí todavía

Que no hay día que no vaya a ser el último

Que decía que se iría en pleno júbilo

Mirándolo en decúbito parece estar en paz

Que ahora vuela en aquella estrella fugaz

Suelta el miedo, cruza el cielo en cada haz de luz

Por eso haz de tus días alegrías

Dicen que en ese ataúd

Marcha un joven sin Nobel pero más sabio

Que aprendió que el amor no siente en binario

Que supo que no hay calendario que defina el tiempo

Que el tiempo es un invento, dicen que él ha sido el cambio

Dicen que no habrá perdices, que él no come carne

Su vida fue un dibujo sin lujos pero sin hambre

Dicen que los brujos le dieron esas pulseras

Que el influjo de sus letras tocó génesis enteras

Que de veras mis sinceras condolencias

Que no hay ciencias

Ni creencias que palien su ausencia

Que está vivo en su recuerdo

Y no dejarán que muera

Que era un loco cuerdo

Dicen que lo ven grabar en la pecera

Dicen que era dos mitades en lucha constante

Que capturó el instante

Que su talante tolerante le trajo mil vidas

Que hizo idas y venidas por el infierno de Dante

Dicen que fue amante y compañero

Que jamás encontrarán algún amor tan sincero

Sin velos en los ojos

Ni pelos en la lengua

Con miles de cerrojos

Para una bondad tan ingenua

Dicen que las deudas le agobiaban

Que quizá fue eso

Dicen que fue el peso de las pérdidas

Dicen: «Fue un abrazo que nunca le dieron»

Dicen que fue un beso que no llegó por milésimas

Dicen tantas cosas que no sé quién fue

Dicen que nos mira desde arriba que aún nos acompaña

Dicen que le extrañan

Cuentan que su mente navegó en un mar de quizás

Dicen que su corazón latió hecho trizas

Mientras velan sus cenizas

They say he was an angel

that he had a big heart

That he was a stowaway from the ship of life

That he wore a frame

After a stumble he rose and resurfaced

That he was a big head, he had the gift of giving if he smiled

He did it with his eyes;

there are few of those left

Her anger at him was a speck compared to his kisses

If they ever brushed your cheeks or your lips

The quarrels, the tears, the grievances disappeared

They say he was magical, a genius of tragic verses

That he gave his life to paper without conditions

If he could panic, he fanned the doubts

That the hardest bonds of him forged his songs

That he never gave cocky lessons or advice

That in his prayers of him he always kept away the false reflections

If he left anything he went to himself along with his values

They say that he loved flowers, that the best ones always leave

That he chatted with the moon and with the sun

That his of him was never a cradle of bottles of alcohol

His vaccination of him was the help of closest relatives

The code of him a cure to achieve his purposes

And that he was always there to throw a cable

That he was indomitable and missed his father

That he was a saber against the wretch and the harpy

That he has left a river, an immeasurable void

They say that depression stole her joy

That he sank in wells of melancholy

That his escape route from being caught was paper

That they loved each other in a carousel of frictions and caresses without quarter

That they were happy in their Tower of Babel, they say

That her mind of him was a brush

That he was lazy by the drinks that drove their chisel under his skin;

Skin that deceives, that his soul has always been faithful to us

That before his tears his shoulder held us

He was always, he filled a bucket when he hit every bottom

And the weight of him threw him into the murky hands of unreason

And like all of him he has already turned to dust

That no one escapes, that was his only certainty

That he drew a thousand maps within a puzzle

They say the pieces of him have never been so close together

That he felt the contempt suffered by those who stand out

They say he lived like there was no tomorrow

That the cement was his jail and the rain was his lullaby

That his angel was his mother, and his faith was frozen

That this with time heals, they say that we are nothing

That they loved him for the unrepeatable

That her look at him pierced the invisible

That he dreamed the impossible for himself

That he was a big boy playing idealism

They say so many things that I don't know who it was

They say that he watches us from above that he still accompanies us

They say they miss him

They say that his mind sailed in a sea of ​​perhaps

They say that his heart beat to pieces

While they watch over his ashes

They say let's toast, that he wanted it that way

That we have to celebrate him for those of us who are still here

That there is no day that will not be the last

That he said that he would leave in full jubilation

Looking at him in decubitus he seems to be at peace

That he now he flies on that shooting star

Let go of fear, cross the sky in every beam of light

That's why make your days happy

They say that in that coffin

A young man marches without a Nobel but wiser

That he learned that love does not feel in binary

That he knew that there is no calendar that defines the time

That time is an invention, they say that he has been the change

They say that there will be no partridges, that he does not eat meat

His life was a drawing without luxuries but without hunger

They say that the sorcerers gave him those bracelets

That the influence of his lyrics touched entire genesis

That really my sincere condolences

that there is no science

Nor beliefs that palliate its absence

That he is alive in your memory

And they won't let me die

That he was a sane lunatic

They say they see him record in the fishbowl

They say that he was two halves in constant struggle

That he captured the moment

That his tolerant attitude brought him a thousand lives

That he did back and forth through Dante's hell

They say that he was a lover and a companion

That they will never find a love so sincere

Without veils in the eyes

Nor hairs on the tongue

With thousands of locks

For a kindness so naive

They say that the debts overwhelmed him

maybe that was it

They say it was the weight of the losses

They say: «It was a hug that they never gave him»

They say it was a kiss that didn't come for thousandths

They say so many things that I don't know who it was

They say that he watches us from above that he still accompanies us

They say they miss him

They say that his mind sailed in a sea of ​​perhaps

They say that his heart beat to pieces

While they watch over his ashes