El Mundo
La Zurda
The World
The shipwreck led me to know the tide,
The tide sank me and here it has me.
When I feel the love of the elves I create,
When I feel they are here, and I don't see it.
When I believe the water I have left
Is in a cactus far under the ground.
When I feel the reason that blows me, blinds me,
The breeze weighs on me, steals my ideas.
When I see the pain of this land,
A thousand souls sink me in a sand cocktail...
When the wind rises and I see what I am,
I feel the oxen dragging me...
The world will riddle me,
The days, after all, will pass,
The afternoons we lived will never return,
Like a painting we will fade away...
A speechless radio, an endless desert,
A compass, a road leading to Paris.
A dead-end street, a shipwrecked sailboat,
A garden of color, a coin, a lie.
A tarot card showing me fortune,
A country without borders, an army that flees.
A rococo rose that my grandmother shows me,
I will never see it before she dies.
A night in the Puna, with the Moon,
A lullaby that lifts me in the air...
The world will riddle me
The days, after all, will pass
The afternoons we lived will never return
Like a painting we will fade away...
