The cold of the night paralyzes the cigarette smoke.
They seem sculpted by fire
where the sweet potatoes are roasted.
We are not country people but we look like it
we are here as beggars, said the girl
that she never spoke, she possessed a bestial serenity.
They spoke their words
because they had to live and raised their arms
towards the full moon that illuminated
unfortunate dreams.
Orphans waiting for the rain
it was an instruction manual
to wash their wounds.
Despite the worn skins,
and the humiliations,
they had magical hunches
as they swallowed in silence.
Some had dogs and wanted to protect them
forever.
Mattes and skillet ambassadors without handle
trusting useless secrets,
getting off the trains they ran when the fire
I warned them that they would no longer be one to sleep
out in the open.
How hidden they carried their pain
and they still showed themselves on the right track
and they could even caress their shoulders
when love took them away
of loneliness.
Young life was a mirage
it had been so long
from the prayers of childhood.
What would you do if someone showed you another way?
They would turn away, they no longer believed in whom
they ordered lives
with his hands marking the time
different from theirs, full of thorns,
and even sooty
from covering the fire so much
To heat up.
I was one of them and I went into the night
to feel the world under my feet.
To feel the piercing edge
of those thorns.
Companions, let me go
in his footsteps
those who walk
trampling injustices
and by the river renew the fragile madness
what makes us imitate
the flight of the birds
discounting that it is useful for something,
if there are only the bellows
of the trains
route and shortcut servers
of crops and tunnels
resisting the jute that grinds us with sticks
when we cover
to the one who asks for coins.
How much time recovered
to shameful leisure
to seek vanity
like a precious stone
that finally burns.
We already threw that stone
on the yellow spikes
while we smoke contemplating
a path where it is unnecessary
disrupt the enemy
because it disappears
with the last scroll and the snort
of the North Star.