Paloma Ausente

Five nights what a shame on the roads
Five written letters gone with the wind
Five black scarves are the witnesses
Of the five pains that I carry inside
absent dove, white dove
rising rose

I spend whole moons looking at the sky
With only one wish in mind
May my little dove not descend wounded
The one that comes melted the elements
absent dove, white dove
rising rose

Says a piece of paper written in green ink
That with patience everything is achieved
One who had a good time came out dancing
From his garden, to the arch of alliances
absent dove, white dove
rising rose

A cage of air comes down
With all its corrugated iron bars
All the little birds come chirping
However, I distinguish my swallow
absent dove, white dove
rising rose

I'm going to put him in a butterfly suit
Tomorrow when my pigeon arrives
On the fingers flags of three colors
And in the eyelashes thousands of candles
absent dove, white dove
rising rose