Adoquines En Tu Cielo, Rosario

Cobblestones in your sky
and a whitewashed streetcar in the river
frozen past
in your name as a woman
Rosario is like a bride who never had
in a port where she wanted to be the captain.

Emigrants and exiles
stowaways biting dust in mailboxes
the future slips away
in the hands of your yesterday
Rosario, you have the body of a lover
that one feels still enjoys
even though she fears getting old.

On your coast of mermaids
the confused Ulysses ask for air
your looted present asks for bread to grow
Rosario, you've dressed as a mother
who cooks what’s left
to keep from fainting.
Rosario, you’re going to be that woman
that no man can dominate
with a stick or even two.

Rosario
you're like those fillies
that knead you when they feel
that they’re treated with love.
Cobblestones in your sky
cobblestones in your sky.