Canícula

Dog Days
Blow in the direction
Of what remained
And what finally crumbled
Cleanses the soul
With the salt of the earth
And in my gaze sows
The winds from the south

Warm illusion
In your heat
A dock in the crossing
Runs far away
The delicate weeping
But
What the tear pierces
Is the burden of a single heart

Dog Days
Fever of the vain night
Accelerated the flow of blood
Brings to the house
The crippled son
Because of a vile delusion
Because of a beam of light

On the edge of healthy days
Emancipated
And fell at the feet of toil
Ah, serene
Your deliverance is
Like the mouth of a dry river
Dissolves in the blue of the morning

Memories that the wind brings
And will carry away
In the waters of a river
That passed by here
The sorrow that only time will hurt or heal
Iron and shackles on the ground
The thought flies