"Si me das a elegir
Entre tú y mis ideas
aunque yo sin ellas
Soy un hombre perdido
Si me das a elegir
Entre tu y la gloria
Pa que lleve la historia de mi
Por los siglos
Si me das a elegir
Entre tu y ese cielo
Donde libre es el vuelo
Pa llegar al olvido
Si me das a elegir,
That's what my mother said
When I asked her for a word
In her mother tongue
That describes the winter condition
She has experienced in her homeland.
She talked about its origin,
And how it reminds one of dew drops
That can be witnessed at dawn
On plants and lanes all around.
There was a certain warmth in her voice
While talking about the harsh,
Cold weather of the times;
And I couldn't help but wonder
How similar she was to that
Climatic condition she was referring to me, then.
Having seen the seasons change
A thousand times over,
And people put on facades and shed them
For a hundred times more,
She now looks for the truth in people
Not by what they say,
Nor by what they do,
But by the times they break down,
And tell the most bitter of things
They had kept hidden in their hearts.
She works her way through the mass,
Singing along with them,
Laughing at their jokes,
But never for once, losing her identity
In the flow of the never-ending sea
She has to be in.
She keeps her head held high,
Fights the demons with a smile,
Cares for me like I'm the most precious thing
She has ever held,
And berates me on my wrongdoings
That won't let me repeat the same mistakes
She once made;
And she doesn't understand we cannot save people
From committing no mistake,
But she tries.
She tries to let me commit my own sets of them,
And even though that creates a storm in her cold,
Cold heart with pain and anguish,
She comes over to me when I'm broken,
Pats my back,
"I'm your mother. I shall, always be.
And for the times when you can't see an end
To this unending winter that persists
You must know the entire ground is not frozen;
It's just the upper layer that is,
And we'll break this ice,
And wade through the water that lies beneath. "