We were on this earth so many times
and so many times we set fire to its roots

so far we went wrinkling the air
saying that this time it would be different.

we fatten the bladders of time
with a blowpipe we hunted our mouths

and we returned so many times from exile
knocking fearfully on the same door.

we stain our hands with the blood of heaven
tearing their flesh to pieces to feed the other

because sometimes one of us gave us truce
and he was silent until the day sang

as if nobody else lived we made tenderness ours
as if there were no buildings, animals, gods around us

we made the tenderness ours
We built our spears, we learned to rub the stones

wherever we went we left an electric slime on the landscape.
from every war I came back to sleep in your eyes.

I held on to your name and your waist
and you got on my back and shaping a new creature

we ran between the trees
shaking insects, graves, leaving our names on napkins

everything is so fragile that sometimes thirst burns happen,
and one eye looks at the other eye and that cosmos is enough for him to be at home.

we were so far so many times
so many times we came back broken from exile

to knock on the same door with love
knowing that the other always awaits us.

as if the limit of life did not exist
we made love in our image and likeness.

we were on this earth so many times
let me make my hands with your hands.