D de Destino

D for Destiny

The gypsy smiled
With her golden teeth
While reading my fate

Lines on the palm
Will forever be
My passport

My mother told me
About Jesus' cross
The wounds, the cuts

And my father handed me
His Guarani machete
And pointed to the north
And I followed

I want to live
Far beyond the borders
Of those who only know how to be
Sling stones

I should have known
That in a way
We will never be
More than grains of dust
In the sky

It was a D for destiny
It was an H for hope
Or a crossroads

It was an N for never
Or maybe for clouds
And one day it passes

So many times I found myself
Having to decide
Between nothing and nothing

But those who carry certainty
In the middle of their chest
Do not fear the task
That will come next

I want to live
Far beyond the borders
Of those who only know how to be
Sling stones

I should have known
That in a way
We will never be
More than grains of dust
In the sky

It was a king and a queen
A golden jack
A marked card

It was only our love
It was all good
It was an abracadabra

A ray of sun comes
Through the broken tile
There in the gutter

And a smell of woods
And wet earth
At the roadside

Come, far come
Come, far come

It was a D for destiny
It was an H for hope
Or a crossroads
It was an N for never
Or maybe for clouds
And one day it passes

It was a D for destiny
It was an H for hope
Or a crossroads
It was a D for destiny
It was an H for hope
Or a crossroads

Come, far come
Come, far come
Come, far come