Rosa de Alejandría

Alexandrian Rose, yellow rose.
I want to distance myself. Enter into the silence.
I want to distance myself
from this life that I live without conviction.
And enter into the time of lights,
vivid muds ignited by the hands
of the mysterious potter.
I want to distance myself. Enter into the silence.
Walk serenely. Abandon this path.
I want to distance myself.
Walk in the furrows
with the swallows of bluish feathers.
Become a measuring box for bushels,
hundredweights, pecks; be wheat in the threshing floors,
never dust on the sidewalks.
Alexandrian Rose, yellow rose.
Today you must be my guide, the shining light.
Midday lighthouse, simple rose.
Alexandrian Rose, yellow rose.
With the flowers of a field ignited
like a San Francisco among lively thickets
of lizards, alive.
I feed on chimeras,
I am content with simplicities.
Maidens with calm smiles find me
like a perfect Góngora,
living far from the hustle,
with my yellow rose, with my rose of the precipices.
I want to distance myself. Enter into the silence.
I want to distance myself. Abandon this path.
I want to distance myself.
Alexandrian Rose, yellow rose.
Today you must be my guide, heading among islands.
Midday lighthouse, simple rose.
Alexandrian Rose, yellow rose.