Cabellera Blanca
Alfonso Ortiz Tirado
White Hair
By the fireplace
Where the flames are dancing
The old lady prays
Her usual things
From the bonfire rise
Amidst red flashes
The chain of goblins
That combs her hair
Silver hair
Snowy hair
A ball of tenderness
Where a curl dares to play
Frost of legend
That shines in my sorrows
Incense of memories
That glows on my altars
Blessed hair
Drenched in sadness
Winter made of tears
Frozen on your head
Snowy hair
A tangle of prayers
For you, the whitest
Of all my songs
Blessed hair
