Estampa federal

They are entangled in the night
your deep pupils,
your lips are a brooch
tinged with lilac.
Your dreams in mine,
cold, cold.
Murmur of your fear,
still, still.
How white your words
how dark your anguish,
the flower of your hope
how sad, how wilted.
It is knotted in this flight
your life and my life.
Beloved, in the dawn
I take your goodbye.

Laugh in the shadows
Doña Encarnación.
Federal bows
on your peineton.
They dance at the party
of the mazorqueros,
the gavottes roll,
the lancers spin.
And in the hustle and bustle
of the red party,
next to your pupil
I drink the sorrow
of my distress.