Kerosene lamp
It is already on
Wrinkled hands
Turned it on as they passed
With its peculiar smell
It fills this place
Its smell is not pleasant
But it’s light it will give us
And in the dark nights
Clarity will accompany us
Kerosene lamps
In many ranches it was seen burning
I will hang in every corner
Said the old woman
So everyone can see
Said the old woman
So busy
That I wasn’t afraid of anything
With its mud walls
And brave cane
Your dirt floor
Always appeased!
Many smells to remember
When I spent my childhood there
I used to be in a hammock
Enjoying the place
With bare feet
I used to walk
Feeling the earth
As I walked
Many flowers to collect
A crown could form
And that old woman
In my hair
I place it and a lot of love
I felt!
Running in that place
I saw other children playing!
While sitting I imagined
My own fairy tale
And in that mud house
And brave cane
The lamp of
Kerosene always hung
Pouring water on those floors
The old woman was walking
I never understood
As the earth placated
But in her house she was never missing
The food that with their hands
She sowed!
And in her poor house
With humility she hung
That kerosene lamp
That was never missing!
And her little house at night
It always lit up!
And that light is always
In my mind and love
That the old woman gave me