De mí madre
SOLEDAD
From my mother
I will return, I will return
to where the night is
dressed in blue
and even the little stream
that comes down from the hill
will bring memories
of my youth.
I will return, I will return
to where my mother is
waiting for me
once again in her arms
to be a child again
to live as only
one lives once.
Chance of white jasmine
that scent the patio
of the old garden
a kiss from the moon
waits for me in the valleys
my ranch, my mother
all my feelings.
I will return, I will return
on that path
that yesterday took me away
to the direction of the bird
that returns to its nest
seeking relief
for its pain.
I will return, I will return
far in the night
my voice echoes
the voice of a
love that far away
is felt and calls
to the absent from its heart.
Chance of white jasmine
that scent the patio
of the old garden
a kiss from the moon
waits for me in the valleys
my ranch, my mother
all my feelings.
