Misterios
Don Osvaldo
Mysteries
With the key in hand
He put it in the door
Turned left and opened
He wanted to return to the night
That he desired so much
That he always sought
In a tale without witches or fairies
He looked at the moon
It always listened to him
He told her that this dream
Awakened dormant mysteries
In his heart
If I could miss you one day, he said
I would be far from you
A father without children prayed to him
Who was not a prophet of his religion
That tree in front of him
Witness of the old one was born one day
Sunburned from so many summers without water
He looks at it and asks for forgiveness
The mirror reflects
His deep, innocent essence
That no one educated
It's the inheritance of a whole path
Loaded with sadness
And free from resentment
The desert in the moonless night
Is so dark
That you can see
The stars are dice thrown
From a macabre game
Unsolved
If I could miss you one day, he said
I would be far from you
A father without children prayed to him
Who was not a prophet of his religion
That tree in front of him
Witness of the old one was born one day
Sunburned from so many summers without water
He looks at it and asks for forgiveness
