La Bufadora Speaks September 1, 1985 at 2:28 am
Inside my Mexican Stonehenge
La Bufadora speaks.
The wisdom of the ages
She speaks of war and peace.
Yet feelings of imperfection
Instill themselves in me
An unjustified imbalance
In dissonant harmonies.
She’s trying to tell me something
It’s meaningfully deep.
My ears choose not to listen
And her lips choose not to speak.
But what more can she sing about?
What’s more than life or death?
We live our lives grasping a hold
Yet we slip right into death.
I hope that she respects me
As she’s seen it all before.
I know that if I tell the truth,
She’ll love me even more.
Save me Bufadora
Offer me a choice.
Hold and inspire me,
And soothe me with your voice.