Amaury

Amaury

"If this letter isn’t stolen by some rebellious lark,
shouting in your hands,
it will always tell you, trembling,
I love you, brother.

I love you in this moment when I find
your vague address in my papers,
it says you live on Wind and Rattle Streets
where there’s a jasmine bush that blooms roses

and a rosebush that’s a stream of pure water
and among so many wonders, shining,
your tenderness.

Your voice has arrived from other places
in this common pond, that doesn’t change,
the highest of all the frogs,
your symphony.

And it rose with the boldness of a torch
to light up shelters and corners
and with it we founded a village:
a song for everyone.

Oh Amaury Vidal, but first Pérez!,
a beloved singer-songwriter from Havana,
you’ll always be more than what you are:
a one-way trip,

to the farthest place on the planet,
and the cosmos and the whole universe,
a usual adventure of a poet
and miracle worker.

Oh Amaury!, I’m an accomplice and a witness,
"the onion is frost" of your tears
and mine and all our friends':
things of song!

If your presence weren’t possible,
it would have to be invented, no doubt,
here goes my heart as evidence,
you can keep it.