Delgadillo Fernando
Deviations from the Informal Song
Sounding the Road
The road has been going further for days
Far from the hills and those old lots
What They are familiar to me and that I learned to love
How I love and know everything that is gone
Days ago I told you that I walk away and breathe
Flowers from other gardens by the voice of other paths
That places and people are watching me that I never had before
I remembered how many people follow us behind
The night has been appearing for entire afternoons
Between bad omens and black clouds
That hang from the sky and they hide me from the sun
And they let me think that it is I who is not here
I have been stumbling for days and clinging to the march
Under the ray of the sun and the cool of the frost
I know that there are things that remain and things that pass
And among things that I think about, I think about returning home
It has been so many days since the distant moon
It has crept into the sky from the earliest hours
And its ancient and distant satellite light
It illuminates me in the nights of the waning path
For a long time I have not been able to satisfy these longings
That leaves me with a love that distances hide he sees himself continuing his journey
The companion song, my guitar or cane
Dreams that were lost crying out for forgiveness
May it be so friendly before being forgotten
And I die in the distance these days on the road
It has been more than a hundred times since I have looked at you
That the only thing that relieves the pain is sighs
That I have forgotten the faces of those I love
And the pain and all the despair are not enough
And thick drops flood my eyes
And my imaginations are going to fly
Back to the past, but they always reach me
They are ~I walk the road to return home
To return home
To return home

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