Campesina

You were born on any given day in a place,
Where a tree and a cloud are always there,
And they meet and thus confront their loneliness.

Being a child, your toy became
To transcend your horizon and know
As a teenager, your adolescence was never.

Country girl and they call happiness to your life,
That happiness measured in your seeing, in your walking,
Seeing your flowery tree
And walking under your cloud.

Your heart woke up one day,
There wasn't much space in which it drowned,
You made a mistake in choosing, you didn't have two.

Between what you desired and what was
Between the sun and the night you don't see,
Five lies you brought to the world to ask.

They buried you commenting on your great happiness
That happiness, measured in your seeing, in your walking,
Close to your flowery tree, I will walk under your cloud.