Querido papá
Parecías alto, altísimo, cuando yo era muy pequeño,
eras mi gigante bueno, compañero de mis juegos,
mientras tú contabas lento, me escondía en el pasillo,
y como disfrutábamos cuando al fin dabas conmigo.
Eras grande, eras muy fuerte, inspirabas gran respeto,
eras mi caballo mágico trotando por el cielo,
me metía en tus zapatos intentando no caerme,
me sentía el rey del mundo dando pasos de gigante.
Era bello, era bellísimo,
lo recuerdo y te lo digo,
eras un perfecto ejemplo,
eras mi mejor amigo.
Pero un día, poco a poco, sin saber cual fue el motivo,
regresabas tarde a casa y mama sufría contigo.
Luego yo me despertaba asustado por tus gritos,
te notaba muy nervioso, nunca hablabas ya conmigo.
Otras veces me pegabas, tus palabras eran duras
y mi vida se llenaba de temores y de dudas.
Era duro, era durísimo,
yo te odiaba y te lo digo,
eras mi ídolo caído
mi tortura, mi enemigo.
Para mi llevar tu sangre era casi una condena,
pero al fin era la misma que corría por mis venas,
y ahora, padre, te lo escribo, como cuando era pequeño,
como cuando me llevabas de la mano por tus sueños.
Ahora estoy muy confundido,
lloro mientras te lo escribo,
la esperanza no he perdido,
padre, vuelve a ser mi amigo.
Era bello; era bellísimo,
lo comprendo y te lo escribo,
cuantas veces tengo que morirme
para estar de nuevo vivo.
Dear Dad
You seemed tall, very tall, when I was very small,
you were my good giant, companion of my games,
while you counted slowly, I hid in the hallway,
and how we enjoyed when you finally found me.
You were big, you were very strong, you inspired great respect,
you were my magical horse trotting through the sky,
I stepped into your shoes trying not to fall,
I felt like the king of the world taking giant steps.
It was beautiful, it was very beautiful,
I remember it and I tell you,
you were a perfect example,
you were my best friend.
But one day, little by little, without knowing what the reason was,
you came home late and mom suffered with you.
Then I would wake up scared by your shouts,
you seemed very nervous, you never talked to me anymore.
Other times you hit me, your words were harsh
and my life was filled with fears and doubts.
It was tough, it was very tough,
I hated you and I tell you,
you were my fallen idol,
my torture, my enemy.
For me, carrying your blood was almost a sentence,
but in the end it was the same blood running through my veins,
and now, father, I write to you, like when I was little,
like when you held my hand through your dreams.
Now I am very confused,
I cry as I write this to you,
I have not lost hope,
father, be my friend again.
It was beautiful; it was very beautiful,
I understand it and I write to you,
how many times do I have to die
to be alive again.