Waiting my time

Dear Sir, allow me to presume

Even though we haven’t been quite properly introduced

That you know about me just as I know about you

Maybe just my name, one annoying fact or two.

Dear Sir, I must admit, oh hell, what can I do?

You’re not my cup of tea, I mean, hearing about you.

Yours were the wildest dreams, which still make her feel a fool,

Yours the nights when the phone was all a constant ring

But I still see you in CDs which you never took home

And a few of them so cool, and others you won’t miss.

Dear Sir, I still see you in a quiet smile she makes

And that picture in a crate, I pretend I haven’t seen:

The two of you, so young and strong, next to a van, while the view of Paris or Budapest lays behind.

You are pointing to the camera wearing a defiant smile

And you feel you are eternal somehow

And you ignore that I exist and that I am just waiting my time.

Oh well but you two look so nice, and it must have hurt so much,

And I guess, well no, I know, believe me I understand

That maybe even now you feel you crumble down

For a sec if an old friend says the name that you both shared

But now I hope everything’s fine, and you don’t really miss those times,

And whenever you look back it’s so over you can smile

And there’s so many things around, and you’re having so much fun,

That you feel grateful that I grew hidden in your petty lies

Hidden in an awkward look, behind annoying doubts

And every sudden intuition, “could there be much more to life?”

Hidden in “we’re still too young and we can’t make up our minds”

Hidden in “I don’t know why but I feel trapped and want to die”

Dear Sir, how weird to think it hurt so much

For you to know my name, my fate, my hands, my touch

Or my fingers gently running down, down her spine.

Dear Sir, I am sorry I arrived and took your place

But one fine day, you’ll understand

I waited my time

Dear Sir, I must conclude, I know you are a busy man

I just have to say goodbye and that I am much obliged,

I hope you’re not too cross, I hope you don’t think I’m nuts,

May the force be with us, farewell, adieu, goodbye.

If we ever cross paths, my apologies from now,

I’ll look like a serious man, wait while you two catch up,

I’ll pretend not to be hearing your joke about my height

Or how you justify that your style is oh-so-smart

We’ll wave goodbye and walk away, and she will say you have grey hairs

And step by step, we’ll leave you behind

Just like the scamp who stayed in the corridor to slap her bum

And used to kiss her in the bushes at the back door of the school

Oh, poor fools, what a shock it would have been

If you and I had jumped out and said: “oh, hi, we’re waiting our time”

“Make some space for us, ‘cause we are waiting our time”

Adaptación de "Benvolgut" (Manel) por Marc Pujol Gualdo