Canción de Tiempos

In the span of so many years without a mountain range
Your butterflies and your flags appear to me.
I see you, kid, in front of the mirror of icy waters,
I see the wonder in your pupils, in your gaze.

Everything gets covered, everything gets flooded with those waters,
From that tree to the valleys and the mountains.
Noble is the hand that guides you along the path,
Salt from the seas, winged cedars fly with you.

Magic was left by the travelers in that orchard
That you now draw like a paradise of enchantment.
Sorrowful Mondays, kind Thursdays, sunny Fridays,
Beloved Saturday, you return to the embrace of your loves.

Geraniums tell that in the colors of your writing
Shines a childhood of wonders and tenderness.
When you drift away with your silences and your mysteries
I spot sails of sailors in exile.

If the song of the lonely man reaches you, torn,
Of feelings and emotions, you know it all.
You’ll see your land, you’ll see your sky, you’ll see your seas
Because in life, dreams and wills come true.

I just wanted to tell you how moved I’ve been
By your memories, your battles, your reasons.