De Tanto Dir Y Venir

(Song)

From so much saying and coming
I opened my path in the field.
For those who came after
it was already an easy road.

In endless walks
I stepped on the grass.
I scraped my poncho on the talas.
Thorns of thistle wounded me.

Footprints are not made alone
nor just by walking.
You have to wander through early mornings
ripe with dreams and tears.

Winds of unjust sands
covered my trail.
What was once a clear path
is now filled with thorns and mud.

It seems like there was nothing
if you look without seeing it.
Everything is a confusing tangle of weeds,
but my trail is down below.

The road is uneven.
Today I walk on rough paths.
I step on the thorn that hurts,
but my trail is down below.

Perhaps one day they will clean it
those who dream while walking.
I will give them, from afar,
my heart as a gift.