Pilgrimage From San Antonio To Corpus Christi

We all called out sick
enfermo for her, we left
la cuidad del Alamo racing
away from Borders, la librería
where nosotros cuatro worked,
even before we packed up in my
verde Mazda 626, as I signaled
unto I-37 Sur, we heard her distant
voice calling us coming from
my car stereo… Ven Comingo
spinning in my CD player
ventanas roll, peregrinaje volumes
turned up, when she sang
Ven conmigo, quiero hacerte
mi Tesoro, I wanted to be
the treasure, she was singing
her serenata, to. We all joined
todos, on repeat, spinning
the same cancion that carried
us all dos horas to Corpus
and when we arrived at Mirador
de la Flor, as the waves of
the gulf was trying to splash
away our tears, standing
al frente of Selena’s statue
we could no longer sing,
as we joined manos, we waited
for her Preciosa voz from
la estatua overlooking her
flower to wash the away
our tristeza and sing in
a circle hoping with each
lírica Nosotras podriamos
pausar el tiempo but time
would not stop as el sol sunk
into the Gulf our signal
to jump back in mi Mazda
where her musica was waiting
for us, turning up el volumen
fuerte loud, ready for la
cancion to carry us all
the way on our viaje largo
back home where we do not
belong, but, before we left,
I had to drop to one knee saying
one final prayer to her espíritu—
Selena, let us vivir con sus
palabras, as we drove away,
soñamos, con our promesa
siempre recordaremos el dia
on our pilgramge, we pledged
inside all her corazon of songs
that leave us choked—we evoke
our tears.