Utopias by Mario Benedetti How can I believe / said the guy that there are no utopias left how can I believe that hope is a memory or pleasure just something sad how can I believe / said the guy that the universe is in ruins even though it's true or that death is silence even though it's true how can I believe that the horizon is the border that the sea is nobody that the night is nothing how can I believe / said the guy that your body / girl is nothing more than what I can touch or that your love that distant love you're saving for me isn't the nakedness of your eyes or the calmness of your hands how can I believe / southern girl that you're only what I see or caress or penetrate how can I believe / said the guy that utopia doesn't exist anymore if you / sweet girl audacious / eternal if you / are my utopia