En El Muelle

At the Dock

En El Muelle

The soul that always returnsEl alma que siempre vuelve
To the cherished corners,A los rincones queridos,
To the places we've roamedA los sitios recorridos
And the air that smells like the sea.Y al aire que huele a mar.

Mornings on bicycles,Mañanas de bicicletas,
Riding around the park,Dando vueltas por el tiro,
Secrets during siesta,Los secretos a la siesta,
On a getaway to the river.En una escapada hasta el río.

Not forgetting the fightsSin olvidar las peleas
In the card games,En los juegos de barajas,
The barbecues at the houseLos asados en la quinta
Or the pickup games in the neighborhood.O el picado de la cuadra.

Pushed by the windEmpujados por el viento
Crashing on the breakwater,Irrumpiendo en la escollera,
These stories spinEstas historias marean
Like a boat in a puddle.Como barco en un charquito.

Vast blue sky,Enorme cielo celeste,
All painted in watercolor,Todo pintado a acuarela,
This beloved villageEsta querida aldea
That was a refuge and a school.Que fue guarida y escuela.
In my wild memoryEn mi memoria silvestre
The sand keeps flying,Sigue volando la arena,
This rising tideEsta creciente marea
That carries me since I was little.Que de chiquito me lleva.

Afternoon at the Paris cinema,Tarde de cine parís,
With three back-to-back filmsCon tres filmes continuados
For the cloudy days,Para los días nublados,
In case the beach got boring.Por si aburría la playa.

All the kids at home,Toda la prole en casa,
From the neighborhood, country skin,Del barrio, piel de provincia,
And savoring the delightsY a saborear las delicias
From my mom or grandma.De mi vieja o de la abuela.

Groves of eucalyptus,Arboledas de eucaliptos,
Flooding the paths,Inundando los caminos,
And the scent of the pinesY el aroma de los pinos
From the divine little park.Del divino paque lillo.

Waiting for the blue bus,Esperando el bondi azul,
Diagonal, center, hospital,Diagonal, centro, hospital,
Or from the port to the cemetery,O del puerto al cementerio,
The final stroll.El paseo final.

Vast blue sky,Enorme cielo celeste,
All painted in watercolor,Todo pintado a acuarela,
This beloved villageEsta querida aldea
That was a refuge and a school.Que fue guarida y escuela.
In my wild memoryEn mi memoria silvestre
The sand keeps flying,Sigue volando la arena,
This rising tideEsta creciente marea
That carries me since I was little.Que de chiquito me lleva.

Vast blue sky,Enorme cielo celeste,
All painted in watercolor.Todo pintado a acuarela.
In my wild memoryEn mi memoria silvestre
The sand keeps flying from Necochea.Sigue volando la arena de necochea.