Soledad Barret

Doubt leads my hand to the guitar
My whole life is not enough to believe
That they can close the purity of your gaze
There is no storm or cloud of blood that can erase
Your clear signal

The loneliness of my hand joins others
Trying to leave what is theirs for others
To the wounded hand that releases its armaments
You have to make it fall in love with mine or all of them will rise
All of them will rise

One thing I learned alongside Soledad
That tears must be embraced, given to sing

Hot January, Recife, blind silence
The strings even forgot the Guarani
That you always pronounced on your paths
As a wandering girl, sowing justice where there is none
Where there is none

Another thing I learned alongside Soledad
That the homeland is not just one place

Like the libertarian grandfather of Paraguay
Growing up, he sought his path, and Uruguay
Does not forget the sweet mark of his footprint
When he seeks the north, the north of Brazil, to fight
To fight

A third thing she taught us
What one cannot achieve, two will

Somewhere in the wind or in the truth
Solitude is with her whole dream
She does not want long words or anniversaries
Her day is the day when everyone says
Armed: Homeland, rojaijú