EMPORIUM I HAVE A POEM FOR YOU

From Arizona en “Voces del Sur” llega el sudor en canto de arados, la voz de mujeres y hombres de maíz, así la luz de las lechugas, son gentes que emergen del trigo.

Time is walking with me today,
like one hand holding my life.
I am crossing desert territories,
I am walking on the sands,
on the south west of the American soil.

I left my good adios sitting on the smile
of my farmers who raise the lettuces,
they raise broccoli and celery
on inhuman, hot working days,
I bring you the hug
of these people who work day to day,
for miserable wages
and unjust labor laws,
on the Arizona yellow lands
and the Sonora state Mexicans farms.

I bring this night,
one lovely hug
with the smell of cactus flowers
our beautiful sentinels on the loneliness
of the desert for every one of you.
I pick the lights to night in my words
I sing the happiness of my soul,
In this way I will show
To Emporium I bring my love
this one who is resident of my heart.

How many times this Cameron land,
Has been living in my dreams
like singing bells,
like a single garden of lilies and daisies,
the ones the highways adorn
in dawns populated with fogs
on the earth’s sighs.

Now when I appear before this town
with the song and feeling of my poems,
my letters adorned with nostalgia and tears
that in the routes of the life
move away like scared deer,
then I have to think
perhaps a day the absence
that lives in the life
cuts the way of my glance.

Tonight my wife and I
left in freedom our smiles so that single,
they arrive at your hearts
and thus we will record in your memories
the love from the other side of America
the mother country.
Tonight we left you
on this piece of land
which lives in this town I call my soul
and in the time of my life Emporium you are
the light I will see in the end of my life.

Sal Troccoli











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