Ballade Pour Adeline: the White Rose

On the side of the road to the Small Mission Of Nuestra Senora del Los Milagros A white rose stands under the shadow to peace all divisions Protected by a majestic Eucalyptus with branches we cannot dose Adeline was a girl whose name reflected the rivers’ streams White soul and pink smiling cheeks Age twenty and mystic dreams Praying for others as many as she could see Sheltering under the Eucalyptus to escape from the storm Singing a madrigal to the crystalline river Echoing with dances the loops of the Andean condor Covering her shoulders with fresh leaves not to shiver Walking to the white Mission of friars up to the hills Counting the trees, the parrots and the toucans Sheltering by the Eucalyptus from the highlands chills Caressing with her hands the Stars on the Andean mountains It was Sunday when she was taken Bands of rebels surrounded and took her splendor and life She was left under her tree, still holding a Cross into her hands A Rosary covering the cut from the knife Her last thought to Our Lady who smiled at her in those green plans Ballade pour Adeline A White rose that can no longer thrive Women from there to pray for their lives Adeline inspiring girls when becoming wives Adeline, who was begging and forgiving those who took her life Still, in the night, people can hear her songs whispered by the tree Accompanied by the mysterious chiming of the Mission’s bells A melody that brings the soul to free From mind and heart chains that capture love spells