[Chorus]
I’ve split a pineapple in half, juicy
Images of a rocky beach come to mind
Pictures so vivid, it feels like you were there
And I cut cherries, and everything is freed tonight
I’ll plant the seed of a loquat
I’ll wash the wild blackberries, and
It will be my parenthesis
[Verse]
I make a smoothie with half a papaya
I’ll add some acid: forest fruits and berries
I start blending it
It feels too soft, it needs a kumquat
A quarter teaspoon of ground chia
The water from the fruits makes it dissolve
I press with my fingers, and the raspberries burst
Four or fivе pieces of green melon and banana
I opеn a pomegranate and have seeds
I think I had hazelnuts left in the pantry
I’ll add a date
I glance at the recipe
That I have open on YouTube, on the laptop
I always accompany it with plums, pears, apples
A thousand colors, flavors, textures, aromas
We take a sip, and we are in heaven
Heaven is so close...
[Chorus]
I’ve split a pineapple in half, juicy
Images of a rocky beach come to mind
Pictures so vivid, it feels like you were there
And I cut cherries, and everything is freed tonight
I’ll plant the seed of a loquat
I’ll wash the wild blackberries, and
It will be my parenthesis
[Verse]
I look out the window, hoping the bird nests
I have a fresh orange and a kiwi
Summer is ending, and I make a toast
With an elderflower cava and cantaloupe melon
I’m watching an avocado pit
It’s floating in a water jar and has sprouted
Today on the balcony, there are rows of ants
Surely they must have been attracted
By the sugar from the figs
[Chorus]
I’ve split a pineapple in half, juicy
Images of a rocky beach come to mind
Pictures so vivid, it feels like you were there
And I cut cherries, and everything is freed tonight
I’ll plant the seed of a loquat
I’ll wash the wild blackberries, and
It will be my parenthesis
[Verse]
And the working days will arrive
And the season of tangerines will return
Of cherimoyas, persimmons, quince, and grapes
That’s why we are grateful
That’s why yesterday I got used to the coming cold
Resilient like a plant through the asphalt
The blueberries squeeze through the bars
And I think that after so much complaining
We can still see points of light, if permitted