El vigía

The sprout asks me for water
that had to start bitter.
A good autumn will be needed
after such a long summer.
The green is drying up
and the southern wind delays,
but I keep waiting
for them to arrive singing
the rain and my time.

I am of an old trade,
like the stream and the wind,
like the bird and the mirror,
like love and invention.
I am just the lookout
friend of the gardener
with my gaze on the day
when the downpour will come.
I am just a lookout
friend of the gardener.

The sprout asks me for water
that had to start bitter.
A good autumn will be needed
after such a long summer.
The green is drying up
and the southern wind delays,
but I keep waiting
for them to arrive singing
the rain and my time.