Time is the sun
among the flowers
light of Santa Fe
coloring its marvellous sky
The same sky that cries
and laughs
while the moon eats
lots of stars
At the dawn
an opaque dusk full of pride
keeps moving through the morning shadows
and the smooth dusty horizon
Among whispers and shy winds
coming up and down the magic hills
Looking for myths and souls and thoughts
of ancient ages, ancient spirits
That is the time of Santa Fe
our different city
in awesome burning, kicking the universe.
