Right time

I remember the time

When I was younger than now

Always trying to show

Just what I was not

Always trying to hide

All my heart and my soul

I remember the time

When I thought I was old

I remember the time

When I thought I was blind

Always trying to keep myself

Far away from your light

Always trying to walk

By the side of your fire

I remember the time

When I thought I was tired.

But now that you’re here

And although I’m here

Is it the right thing to do?

Is it the right word to say?

Is it the right place to stay?

Is it the right path to take?

I don’t know

And I don’t wanna know.

I’ll remember this time

All the bridges I’ve crossed through

All the people I’ve met

All I’ve left, all I’ve got

Every note, every rest

Every voice, every face

I’ll remember this time

When I know everything’s right. 

(Carlos Arboleda López. Madrid, 2000.)