In your old arm stayed the yesterday,
blaze of the impudent soul that left
the time in your hands alone,
lay on the light
blood dries the morning
crying for centuries at the voice of the sun
the Inca cry shuddered? the pain
silence barefoot on your body goes
stones in the wind steal salt
crickets sleep the afternoon
naked gold from the hill behind
get a mouth out of your night
the dark steel of your black skin
to fall asleep in the loneliness
crying the heat of the indian cry
in its feverish spring wetting the antigal
rain coming from god
old tiredness and slow walking
has a spear for the card
and in his thorns I leave the hands
for blood with other pain
and the crazy ray gave his heart
the fate of your name was final
and the moon does not light anymore
to females he closed his belly
and on the front, I bleed
I leave your footprints to the north
I look for a way there die
and as a mother I also weep
if the sidereal master
and walks in your veins, and since he left
and lift your black eyes
to cover you dead and loyal
nail his chest on the rock
like a wound, and without shouting his voice
she in the sky made a damn
crying the heat of the indian cry
in its feverish spring wetting the antigal
rain coming from god
old tiredness and slow walking
has a spear for the card
and in his thorns I leave the hands
for blood with other pain
and the crazy ray gave his heart
Only among all we can make this a better place :)