Nobody gave you anything?
How curious. Nothing I have is mine.
Nobody gave you the trains? did you invent them?
I don't have a single bird or a single chair
What have I done with my hands?
Even the ears came as a gift
And this funny nose and these lips were
Growing with me as the earth
The grass grows. Nobody gave you anything.
How curious, when I arrived in the world
There were the shoes and the clouds and the
Violins and the cabinets and also the clothes that
I keep there. I don't know how to do even one of them.
Millions of screws they sell in hardware stores
Neither, what a shame, I know how to make bread or
cream puffs. Nobody gave you anything.
How curious. Not one of the buttons
My shirt is the result of my labor.
I receive everything from the passing of the centuries in
That workers and teachers and thinkers and
Axemen and miners and mathematicians of a
Millions and millions gave their precarious time
For me to receive bridges and buses and
Books and briefcases and phones and candy.
Nobody gave you anything. How curious. Me
I owe each God a star. Look! Neither
The language in which I write belongs to me.
I was given this grammar as a gift.
But you work for your navel and
You say that no one gave you anything. How curious.
I owe each human a fish, I owe
Keys to the locksmith. Not even my shadow is
my work Not even the color of the thorn should I forge.
I owe the circular cricket of the estuaries.