Qué camino llevará

Stepping on dust and sand
Feet bare
Some say it's a promise
And others say it's just her way of being

She doesn't bring a comb for her hair
Nor a blanket for the cold
And it's rare in a woman
To walk barefoot on the sand
Taking the path without water for thirst

She threw herself onto the road alone
Didn't tell anyone anything
No shelter or time
Always speaking with short words

Dust prints on her face
A scapular around her neck
Always the last one
Slowly walking
Holding onto the stake of a cart

Enduring the sleepless night
Just another pilgrim
Who likes the fire
And those songs that adorn the early morning

A medal on her chest
A rosary between her fingers
And tears fall
With the lyrics of a fandango
That someone started singing by her side

The return afternoon is sad
We start walking
Where is the woman from Rocío
Who came without makeup and disheveled

They say she was looking for a man
Who came to see a boy
After all, what does it matter
God knows why he doesn't return
Why he came, which path will lead

Everyone asks why
If the Virgin will know
It must be for a reason
That no one comes with anything
Barefoot and thirsty