La Rafa Touriño

I'm running out of words
to evoke a little man
I feel like singing to him
I'm going to start slowly.

How to tell your prayers
Rafa of brush and moon
your drawings are a river
that carries the foam.

You're painting memories
on walls of oblivion
your smile is black grape
turning into wine.

Rafael Touriño I sing
man of song and silence
this simple one is for your hands
those that are painting the wind.

How your silences know
about the dark-skinned kids
when your steps echo
through the neighborhoods of Santiago.

You're like the fresh rain
that takes away the sorrows
you're a lonely double
sideways and with a handkerchief.

Here I leave you these verses
a mischievous child's face
and I return to Frías
the milk train is leaving.

Rafael Touriño I sing
man of song and silence
this simple one is for your hands
those that are painting the wind.