only four corn patches remain at the ranch that used to be mine
of the little house , so white and beautiful not even a wall is left.
if you would lend me your eyes, brown woman
with the heart that they see no more
the rubble of that little house so white and beautiful.
how sad it is.
Do not be lured by the merry melody...the song is of drought and death...and it's possible that even the woman he is speaking to is a ghost. I think I was in the right frame of mind when I first played this in La Paz, admiring the rubble of the fictitious romance that I'd cultivated...speaking to ghosts, loving shadows...but there is a verse that isn't included in my songbook...it's one of hope that since the brown woman or ghost is still with the narrator then he hasn't lost everything.
Remembering the four corn patches
that only remain of that grand hacienda,
I realize that I have lost nothing,
since you are here with me.
That's what matters.
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