Sunday afternoon
SalvadorThe afternoon sunlightIs folding around usThe dishes are doneBuildings hereTall as our mountainsSlice through the windowAnd block out the sun
On such days I find I'm longing for Puerto RicoThough I never would return till you are freeBut when I hear the AguinaldoMy heart's a little lighterAnd we dance together Aurea and me
In my life I've been unhappy with two husbandsGumersindo liked his rum and women friendsThen that hipocrite who beat youAnd preached about repentanceHas gone and so another Sunday ends
And tomorrow is another hard working MondayI'm still hoping for the raise they promised meThere's a job as operatorI would not have to wait forIf I could speak the language easily
But I tell AureaThe barrio's boundariesAre our own little nationSometimes I can hear you run upstairsAnd I view my lightWith resignationKeep your bible near youTime is an ocean of endless tears