To Each His Dulcinea

PADRE:

To each his Dulcinea
that he alone can name
To each a secret hiding place,
where he can find the haunting face
to light his secret flame.

 

For with his Dulcinea,
beside him so to stand.
A man can do quite anything;
out-fly the bird upon the wing.
Hold moonlight in his hand.

 

Yet if you build your life on dreams
it's prudent to recall:
a man with moonlight in his hand
has nothing there at all.

 

There is no Dulcinea.
She's made of flame and air.
And yet, how lovely life would seem
if every man could weave a dream to keep him from despair.

 

To each his Dulcinea,
though she's naught, but flame and air.

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