Jacinto Cenobio

In the capital
I found him in a market
With his mecapal
Unloading a cart

I said: 'godfather, I was looking for you'
He took a sip of wine
And stayed thinking

He told me: 'I'm going to ask you a favor, son'
Don't tell anyone you found me
That I don't want to go back there
I have nowhere to go

His godmother Trenidad died
The children grew up, where are they?
I lost the harvest, burned the jacal
Without what I love the most, nothing is the same...'

'Without what I love the most, what does it matter to me
Blanket and hat will be my home
That's why my son, return in peace
And don't tell anyone I'm here'

We agreed
I left him drinking
I lit up a memory
And smoked it away

I thought I saw him in his green mountain
Smiling at the wind and the horizon
Making a face to watch
The flock of herons heading to the palm grove

Jacinto Cenobio, Jacinto Adán
If in your paradise there was only peace
I don't know what guilt you want to pay
Here in the city's hell