Noticias de Mi Alma

I'm retracing the path that your feet kissed
and on a clay solstice, that kiss reaches my thirst
ancient sun rituals sang prayers...

Yesterday was dying, in the face of that prayer
like that little rainwater, that slept on the mountain
the old singing wind was like your embrace

Because there's a halo of distance in my guitar...
of loneliness, of freedom, of a blue cry, of salt...
Pain comes in time bringing news of my soul.

My voice becomes clearer, like a bonfire of human warmth
your simple eyes shine in my brown silence...
like the death of the sun over the distance

There will be no return or goodbye, just a rustic cry of alcohol
and everything returns to its cycle, your steps, my heart...
and they will take flight with the dawn

Because there's a halo of distance in my guitar...
of loneliness, of freedom, of a blue cry, of salt...
Pain comes in time bringing news of my soul.