Doors.
Door-like windows,
Most of them shut, closed,
Am I approachable, yes, I see them come?
I have flowers as hair,
the grow everywhere,
They cut them pretty for me,
they pull them close to me.
I' was colorless, then faded,
I'm blushing now,
golden shoes, golden crown.
I'm (not) a plane,
I entertain,
I don't fly,
children play.
I wont go, I won't arrive,
so here, they find me all the time.
I wonder if they imagine me in the sky,
or if they just play on the slide,
still, they can ride me any time... should I say fly?
In the day, at night.
I'm a reminiscence of a plane
That gave this place its name.
Me erigieron aquí, allá,
y veo a muchos, a pocos, y dejo de verlos.
Los veo con prisa, los veo andar lentos,
Veo ebrios, veo cuerpos, veo muertos.
Veo felices, tristes, desterrados y arrastrados.
A mi me ponen cuerdas, pañuelos, palabras,
escriben sus nombres, los borran.
Me limpian, me pulen, me derrocan, me cambian,
me adoran, me maldicen.
Soy imagen, historia, recordada y olvidada.
Soy juzgado segun quien gane,
del lado de la historia.
Se burlan y se mofan,
me veneran y me respetan.
Pero no soy nada, soy la idea, la imagen,
del imaginario, de la masa.
