Silvio Rodriguez
Miscellaneous
Oil of a Woman with a Hat
A woman has lost herself
knowing delirium and dust,
this beautiful madness has been lost,
her brief waist beneath me.
My way of loving has been lost,
my footprint has been lost in its sea.
I see a light that wavers
and promises to leave us dark.
I see a dog barking at the moon
with another figure that reminds me.
I see more: I see that it did not find me.
I see more: I see that was lost.
Cowardice is a matter
of men, not of lovers.
Cowardly loves do not lead to loves,
nor to stories, they stay there.
br/>Not even memory can save them,
not even the best orator can conjugate.
An unnameable woman
flees like a seagull
and I quickly dry my boots,
I blaspheme a note and turn off the clock.
Let love be careful,
I can sing your song.
A woman with a hat,
like an old man's painting Chagall,
corrupting to the center of fear
and I, who am not good, started to cry.
But then she cried for me,
and now I cry to see her die .