Silvio Rodriguez
Miscellaneous
It Delays
This situation devours me
I deplore so much incomprehension
I am heated by every
violent imposition
that always postpones my illusion
thirsty
There is no language for the truth
there is no aroma like friendship
What a dove over my city
plans
and looks out so that my age
creates it
The trail that goes to heaven is delayed
the day of my flight is delayed
and I get impatient
and I dream in the wind
The songbird is delayed
true love is delayed
it is delayed
it is delayed
but I will not forget that there is dawn.
It devours me it deplores me
it makes me hot it delays
but there is dawn
but there is.

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