Elogio Del Viento

They say the wind goes, they say it returns
Looking for the southern side of the distance
They say it passes through the continent
Naming the man of the early mornings
Who knows everything that is not said
Among the rigging of the squares
But who meets with people
And tunes his guitar in the bells
The wind is the companion of the towns
Carrying an open flower in its entrails

The wind goes north and returns as a river
The wind goes as a river and returns west
It pollinates the compass rose
And is the green executioner of death
Latin America, our mother
The wind that leaves is not the one that returns

America of the sun, painful root
When my brothers suffer forgetfulness
The wind suffers with us and sympathizes
As if it had abandoned us
But it always returns and recognizes
The mineral root of the forgotten
And from the deep heart of the cry
It releases the new day in the bagualas
The wind captain does not sing alone
A storm of towns accompanies him

The wind goes from town to town through life
A new day dawns for the continent
I write at the foot of the wind, because the wind
Is not the wind that goes, but the one that returns
Latin America, companion
The wind is the executioner of death