Misionera

I, through the dark night of your hair,
You, lighting up stars to shine bright.
I, searching for the key to your secrets,
You, hiding the trace of your sight.

To what corner has life led your steps,
Flower of missions sent by God.
How to understand that one day, in my arms,
With sunlight, you smiled at me,
And said goodbye with a river
In your voice.

And it’s that love that has me like this,
A wanderer in search of your affection,
And in the dew, I cried for you,
A carnation of the air at dawn.

Pretty missionary with a voice like a river,
Flower that warmed my lips at the border of passion,
Left me this chill
That forever nested in my heart.

Where will you wander, where will I go,
Where is the love I swore for you?
Who will love you like I loved you,
Far from your love, how will I live?

Bleeding from the ravine, red earth,
Burning in the salt of the face, the sun that sets,
I, a sad traveler through the canyons,
Just following my path of solitude.

Crazy for not forgetting your wild gaze,
Blind to see that your image is no longer true,
Not understanding that you cross through the landscape
Like a water lily,
Beautiful, but will belong to no one.