Y Nunca Volvió

And Never Returned

My father worked the land
and the land gave him little
he was a lumberjack, a laborer, a coalman
even a baker... and he didn't eat bread.

The farm saw him in sun and moon
watering it with his sweat
and the fruit was scarce in the ranch
and the tired man one day shouted..

Pounding, he opened a path in the forest
and the path turned into coal
he bled inside thinking
until one night he couldn't take it and shouted...

He planted wheat in golden ears
slowly it turned into flour
he lit the oven with coal and wood
kneading the flour and not eating bread

By then he mounted slowly
And from one town to another he rode
one afternoon he saddled up slowly
he said goodbye to us... and never returned.