Paloma Ausente

Five nights I cry along the roads
Five letters written carried away by the wind
Five black handkerchiefs are the witnesses
Of the five pains I carry inside
Absent dove
I spend whole moons looking at the sky,
With a single desire in my mind:
That my little dove doesn't descend wounded,
The one that is fused with the elements
Absent dove

A paper written in green ink says
That with patience everything is achieved;
One who had it well left dancing,
From her garden, to the Arch of Alliances
Absent dove

A cage of air is descending
With all its bars of corrugated iron:
All the little birds are chirping,
However, I distinguish my swallow
Absent dove,
Absent dove,
Absent dove