The Grandfather
Grandpa one day
When I was very young
There in Galicia
He looked at the horizon
And he thought that another path
Maybe it existed
And to the north wind
That was an old friend
He told him about his hurry
He showed her his hands
How gentle and strong
They were empty
And the wind told him
Build your life
Behind the seas
Allende Galicia
And the grandfather one day
On an old boat
He left Spain
Grandpa one day
Like so many others
With so much hope
The beloved image
From his old village
And its mountains
It was recorded
Deep within the soul
When the old ship
He took him away from Spain
Grandpa one day
He got on the cart
To raise life
He took up the plow
He fertilized the land
And time was running out
And he fought calmly
For planting the tree
That I wanted so much
And the grandfather one day
He cried under the tree
That finally bloomed
He cried with joy
When he saw his hands
That a little older
They were not empty
And the grandfather then
When I was a child
He was talking to me about Spain
From the north wind
From the old village
And its mountains
He liked it so much
Remember things
That I have recorded
Deep within the soul
That sometimes silent
Without saying a word
He was talking to me about Spain
Grandpa one day
When I was very old
Allende Galicia
He took my hand
And I realized
That he was already dying
And then he told me
With very little strength
And with less haste
Promise me, son
That to the old village
You will go someday
And to the north wind
You will say that his friend
To a new land
He gave his life
And the grandfather one day
He fell asleep
Without returning to Spain
Grandpa one day
Like so many others
With so much hope
And at the same time to the grandfather
I saw it in the villages
I saw it in the mountains
Every morning
And in every legend
Along all the paths
What I was in Spain