Ballade Pour Adeline: the White Rose
On the side of the road to the Small Mission
Of Nuestra Senora del Los Milagros
A white rose stands under the shadow to peace all divisions
Protected by a majestic Eucalyptus with branches we cannot dose
Adeline was a girl whose name reflected the rivers’ streams
White soul and pink smiling cheeks
Age twenty and mystic dreams
Praying for others as many as she could see
Sheltering under the Eucalyptus to escape from the storm
Singing a madrigal to the crystalline river
Echoing with dances the loops of the Andean condor
Covering her shoulders with fresh leaves not to shiver
Walking to the white Mission of friars up to the hills
Counting the trees, the parrots and the toucans
Sheltering by the Eucalyptus from the highlands chills
Caressing with her hands the Stars on the Andean mountains
It was Sunday when she was taken
Bands of rebels surrounded and took her splendor and life
She was left under her tree, still holding a Cross into her hands
A Rosary covering the cut from the knife
Her last thought to Our Lady who smiled at her in those green plans
Ballade pour Adeline
A White rose that can no longer thrive
Women from there to pray for their lives
Adeline inspiring girls when becoming wives
Adeline, who was begging and forgiving those who took her life
Still, in the night, people can hear her songs whispered by the tree
Accompanied by the mysterious chiming of the Mission’s bells
A melody that brings the soul to free
From mind and heart chains that capture love spells
Copyright © Carlo Lazzari | Year Posted 2021
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