Como Soltar Esas Palomas

How to shout at the top of my lungs
a hope that I know.
With what curse word
do I curse God, faith for faith.

How to explain this skill
that the body of a flower has,
things of nature
and not of love for love.

My problem is talking about loves,
love is my old theme,

and I usually sing about it
in thirty thousand good ways.
And my reputation as a warmonger
is a problem of formalities,
because I can raise my eyes
even at the edge of an abyss.

Love is sometimes sung to,
flooding a beloved skin,
with the body broken
to the freshness of life.
Love is sometimes sung to,
with bloodied hands,
in the same clear silence that remains
between bullet, bullet, and bullet.

How to release these doves,
even if they don't have the color
of the doves that have flown
far, close to love.

How to sing and be loved,
whatever my song may be.
How to say that I am a friend
even after my love
fell from its feet and armed itself.