Guanequeando

Lips broken
Panpipes and flutes playing
Ancient breath in the mouth
Kisses, kisses of my race
Lost in the night of silence
The evening that becomes distance
Mysteries that time deciphers
That, that is its breath.

I feel flutes fleeing in the wind
Bringing loves and silences from the cliffs
That enclose the sun in their heart.

Among moon airampos
Samponias fleeing in the wind
On a journey seeking the sky a condor goes
Like my being will resurrect seeking the light.

I feel flutes fleeing in the wind
Bringing loves and silences from the cliffs
That enclose the sun in their heart.