Spain white shirt of my hope
dry history that burns us
just by approaching it to look at it.
Dove looking for more starry skies
where to understand each other without destroying each other
where to sit and talk.
Spain white shirt of my hope
the black sorrow grips us
the sorrow leaves lead in the wings.
I would like to put my shoulder and put words
that almost always end in nothing
when faced with the wide sea.
Spain white shirt of my hope
sometimes mother and always stepmother;
razor, clay, carnation, sword.
The ever-present death accompanies us
in our most everyday things
and in the end it makes us all the same.
Spain white shirt of my hope
from outside or inside, sweet or bitter
with the smell of incense, lime and cane.
Who put restlessness in our bowels
made us free but without wings
left us with hunger and took bread.
Spain white shirt of my hope
here you have me, no one sends me,
loving you so much costs me nothing.
You always make us in your image and likeness
the good and bad that is in your image
of a pilgrim to nowhere.

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