I Will Not Seek In People
O, give me a summer morning in New Mexico,
When the sunlight and my feelings rise and overflow.
The surface of the world is not some sweet façade.
I will not seek in people what I can only get from God.
O, give me a springtime day in wild L. A.,
After a sudden rain has washed the wild bouquet.
O, give me an autumn afternoon in Cuernavaca,
When the city's secrets seduce you to unlock her.
O, give me a shocking winter night in Santa Fe,
When the smokes from piñon fires rise and sway.
Copyright NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García