No será mucho

Amanece lluvioso, y Giselle Aronson me escribe para avisarme que subió a No será mucho uno de los poemas de Se durmió (Editorial Bajo la Luna, 2014). Es el que cierra la serie Se durmió. Me acuerdo que cuando lo escribí, estaba escuchando la lluvia sobre la Avenida Libertador, los sueños de Sofi y la voz de Ella Fitzgerald que cantaba Summertime.

Pasen por aquí, y no dejen de escuchar la canción de Gershwin.

Summertime

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But till that morning, there ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by

One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But till that morning, there ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry.