IV To lay, she was lead By her mother, but not to bed She flew Landing on morning dew "¡Mija! ¿'Stas bien?" The words of another's sin "¡Ay DIOS!" Shouting the most The moments stuttered Awaiting the slightest utter Once the words were enough The world picked up Continuing on that path Not phased by the wrath Brought on by sudden chance Leaving her never to dance

III From the moment she wakes Far past the evening break I am gifted nothing but divine Kisses that pine Of a glorious ray Granted by another day And at times it may rain I am never caned By the onset of thorns Nor the feeling of forlorn As her harbor shines bright Only for my sight And as she's always near I shall never shed a tear For I am aware My darling does care Far deeper than the oceans Or stronger than any potion Keeping me at her side To do more than abide By the faculty of love And her eyes from above So that once she sleeps I shall not make a peep Until morning breaks That moment she wakes

II The morning wakes Those feelings that shake Those inner thoughts The bang, bang and shots... Will today's bullet strike tomorrow's heart?

I Silly naïf Why not let me bathe? In that cavity Found in the nativity For all wise men Know what the story shall amend Spinning martyrs Out of lovely liars