La Volvedora
Quique Ponce
The Returner
Alone, at the carnivals,
Handkerchief in the air, I saw you dance:
Your eyes were going far away,
Sad dove of the carnival.
On your waist, the wind
Puts flowers with aroma as it passes by
Where did your eyes go
That didn't feel my loneliness?
Goodbye, I'm leaving, goodbye!
In what night will I sink,
Sad my trace returning
For this zamba, at dusk?
When I danced by your side
With my handkerchief searching for you;
My spurs cried
Over your shadow: calling you.
Traveling little dove,
I leave hurt by your disdain;
Where the road ends,
Maybe one day I'll find you.
