El Antigal

In your old arm yesterday stayed
Ember of the wild soul that left
Time in your lonely hands
Remained spread out on the light
Dry blood in the morning
Crying centuries to the voice of the sun
The Inca cry shook the pain

Barefoot silence goes through your body
The stones in the wind steal the salt
The crickets sleep in the afternoon
Naked gold from the hill behind
A mouth of your night was dug
The dark steel of your black skin
To fall asleep in the loneliness

Crying the heat, the cry of the Indian
In his feverish spring wetting the old dryland
Rain coming from God
Ancient weariness and slow his walk
He has a spear for the cactus
And on its thorns he left his hands
For the blood with another pain
And to the crazy lightning he gave his heart

The fate of your name was final
And that moon no longer shines
The female closed her womb
And bled through her forehead
She left her footprints to the north
She sought a path to die there
And as a mother she also cried for her pain

The cosmic master wanders inside
And walks through your veins, since he left
Raises your black eyes
To cover you dead and loyal
He nailed his chest to the rock
Like a wound, and without shouting his voice
She in the sky cast a curse

Crying the heat of the Indian's tears
In his feverish spring wetting the old dryland
Rain coming from God
Ancient weariness and slow his walk
He has a spear for the cactus
And on its thorns he left his hands
For the blood with another pain
And to the crazy lightning he gave his heart