Silvio Rodriguez
Miscellaneous
Cancion Del Trovador Errante
I was a wandering troubadour
shadow along paths without wings
My riches
were those places
where They learned my songs
those who showed them to me
vagabonds around their bonfires
illuminations of circuses and dogs
where I became a temporary spark
dissolved in the remoteness
/>antiphons that cicadas know
My homeland was the elements
the harassed fields of elemental chlorophyll
and hatching fauna
but it was also ash
wed rcoles of drizzle chewing
the dirty and nutritious loaf that shares
the ordinary outlaw
smiling and colossal
between the occasional tibias
legs of a trained swan
I was a wandering troubadour
and now
after the passage of time
I am the one who lights the bonfires
who summons fireflies
and knows the name of the spark that leaps from the crepitation into the night comet of a tiny universe where my hand is that of God I mean that of a colossally old vagabond >with my eyes set on the paths
with my memory open to the only
wealth that awaits
I will whisper my story to a wandering troubadour
shadow in search of souls
so that I can distribute it next to the occasional warm fires that the road holds for all those who dream of a wild swan.

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