De Ausencias
Los Chalchaleros
Of Absences
My life is stretching
over these walls foreign to me;
sometimes my soul screams,
sometimes alcohol wins
and there's a dry folk song
that is drawing my accent and my voice.
And I'm a colt locked
in corrals of absence, wanting to forget;
so many paths traveled,
so much passion and candor;
today, not finding my shadow,
I pound the box screaming in pain.
Goodbye, if you remember my voice
and an embroidered handkerchief
that I gave you in love,
and remained in your hands
weaving a dance that was my warmest
hope of love.
The night is approaching,
dotted with stars calling for love;
the moon tightened its drum,
she knows I sing for you.
There's a breath of crickets,
repeating their old song.
Today, far away, I remember,
your wild scent, your skin and your voice;
that set my calm on fire
in colors of illusion,
it was a rainbow of anguish,
when you left me without rain and without sun.
