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[Xipe Totec]

10. Soneto a Mamá

It's not that I've left because I've forgotten
Your scent of thyme and kitchen.
From afar, they say that things are clearer,
that it is not the same to walk than it is to wander.

And I've learned that love has green eyes,
that a deck of cards has four suits,
that what is lost never returns
and that the tide rises and then falls.

I've learned that simplicity is not the same as foolishness,
that one should not confuse value with price,
and that a feast can be any morsel

That the horizon is light and the path a kiss,
It's not that I've left because I've forgotten
it's just that I lost my way back,

Mama ...

No es que no vuelva, porque me he olvidado
de tu olor a tomillo y a cocina.
De lejos, dicen que se ve más claro,
que no es igual quién anda y quién camina.

Y supe que el amor tiene ojos verdes,
que cuatro palos tiene la baraja,
que nunca vuelve aquello que se pierde
y la marea sube y luego baja.

Supe que lo sencillo no es lo necio,
que no hay que confundir valor y precio,
y un manjar puede ser cualquier bocado

si el horizonte es luz y el rumbo un beso,
No es que no vuelva porque me he olvidado:
es que perdí el camino de regreso,

Mamá...