Hugo de China

I remember my life and it was ok.
I´m no guru nor dead, but I still remember.

It was a natural thing to lay down with cousins,
to be grabbed by aunts with powdered tits.

Nights without liquor nor cigars,
listening to baseball´s games on the radio.

The end was close as a turtle,
the sea so far you start thinking in waves.

The fisherman´s shoes in the sand,
you better not move away from that rock, boy.

Yes, I remember the sun blind planes
calling from the distance.

I was allways late, but I still remember.