Niña Fuego de La America Sagrada

This rain that saves us
this breeze that calls to us
Lonely North wind, my companion
you take me back to the dawn of time

I’m a halo without a scent
tracing back your mountains
Girl of the Sacred America
you’re the verb that caresses my words

You return with the melody
that I birthed in that life
and in my moon that knows no distances
and on your street, a solstice of my desires

Time drives its thorns deep
and my wounds go to sleep
in your embrace, so present yet so far
and in your trace, a spell of summer