We are not from here.
come closer...
don't be afraid of
look into our eyes...
we are not your masters.
I'm a rebellious reptile...
Look at my beautiful plumage!
Shine like scales!
scales in the sun...
–His eye lacerated by the light
he looks at me in a despotic way
his forked tongue
peeks out
between the stone and the cross.
Dressed in his necklace
with black scales
with his rubies on his face,
and the Tlalmosh constellation
engraved on the spine...–
-Look!
that carved stone
resembles my whole back!
It's the stairway to heaven...
have you seen?–
They have ruled since
remote times ...
have suppressed any rebellion,
from inside the earth...
from the shadows...
make up the story...
the wars...
with the most disgusting
tactics...
the wars...
We are in war...
adjoining...
There is no peace!
Red and black warrior...
dark light ink...
I am a guerrilla...
I grow feathers
of my scales!