Flor Groga

We know how you like to raise your arm and calculate where the wind comes from,
We have enjoyed the style you show when you run away.
We have understood that you are a wandering soul that leaves the houses when everyone is asleep,
That you like to eat when hungry and sleep when tired.
But think it over well because sooner or later, the moment always comes
When regret opens up like a rare flower
And you realize, as if all the witches in the world were coincidentally reading your future,
That it's just a matter of time before you are surprised thinking you had it all,
That I believed in you.

We know that three thousand adventures beat fiercely far from this corner,
That warriors get bored if there's no action.
We have foreseen that you will only die if someone stabs a golden dagger in your heart
And that where good people bury you, a strong oak will grow.
And it's almost endearing how quickly you forget that the moment always comes
When regret opens up like a yellow flower.
If you know it as if all the witches in the world were casting a spell on you,
An ancestral rhyme that will make you remember you had it all,
That I believed in you.

If I woke up and was king, I would gather the Courts to include in the penal code
That people are forbidden to wander the world looking for something they can't name.
That fear would be there but, perhaps, for a change, we would learn to face it together
And I would never see you again telling me how well you were doing when you had it all,
When I believed in you.