The Candle In the Wind

THE CANDLE IN THE WIND This is the story Of a light Back when there were few Men on Earth Light and electricity industry And Wo/Men Took great care of their candles. Using in their defense To face the mysteries of the night To place by the day At the foot of prints and imagery To help them Carrying their heavy load Of daily life. It happened, one day that a certain Zaguan He was a farmhand And worked by the herd For a gentleman from Requena de Campos In the Palencia’s province He came to a covered place On a street or square Built on pillars Bringing a candle in his hand To walk or to get rid Of the Moon of the shadows When, suddenly, from somewhere An air came to him in movement Even if It was at rest That brought smelling as a trace Leaving the hunting pieces Or the bullet's gap In the bore of the firearm It turned off the candle And it turned it off again When he tried to light it And that suddenly touching his nape As it usually does In the bone that dogs have Between the ears Said inside his mind: - To whomever goes out at night and watches the wind: Nothing is revealed At night all cats are brown And what is done at night In the morning seems Only a thought.