Camino de Soledad
Pedro Messone
Path of Solitude
where is the light of dawn
friend, I can't see it
sleeping the dream of dust,
around the hills.
with the eye of the moon,
hidden under the hat,
and a cigarette of herb,
lit in the morning star.
he's leaving, he's leaving, herding his thoughts,
on the way to his solitude
how dark the night is,
you can't even see your hands.
I like the dark
and the pace of my horse,
my thoughts are in tune,
with its slow ringing,
and it envelops me in the night
like a stone in the silence.
he's leaving, he's leaving, herding his thoughts,
on the way to his solitude
I like to walk alone,
without having more company
than the whistle of the
winds sweeping the mountains.
without having more property
than a few thoughts,
and a horse with a steady pace
to always follow.
He's leaving, he's leaving, herding his thoughts,
on the way to his solitude
