Herida Azul
Raly Barrionuevo
Blue Wound
Where the wind is born
From the blue womb of the vidalas
Your voice walks, wounded by sad harvests
Returning in the evening, tired
To light up the night in the lonely guitars
That sing forgetfulness to avoid crying
Where the river dies
Singing its song of sand
Blind and blue, I go on the path of your shadow
Sunk in the wind, hurt
To reach the moon in your clear gaze
That lights up the autumn of my loneliness
It hurts to see you distant from my silent pain
Far from me, from the angel who watched over us
The first dreams, the childhood
Of the blue time when your voice was free
And opened in the ripe and fruitful dawn
To see your radiance I have returned,
Like the north wind I return
Tenderly the blue of the day has broken my soul,
Distances envelop me... forgetfulness,
To warm up this ancient dream of mine
That dies at the sunset of loneliness.
I came back looking for your eyes
The warm spike of your hands.
My loneliness sheds its sad autumn
It hurts me in the ochres... your forgetfulness.
"Blue wound, for you my life slips away
Dreaming that dream that will never be..."
