Lo Venidero

I'm lost trying to understand that being alive
I lose the ones without reason
And I cling to your wall
Still a slave to this stupid patience
I’m pulling down pins, clothesline pins
That reflect a past
That separates me from the center
A memory and a moment
A remedy for my being.

We know about the soil of Mars
About a thousand preservatives,
The Chinese make robots
But we don’t know if it’s blood or if it’s heaven
If this is real,
If there’s a bright star that lights
Sincerely the barefoot steps
Of the coming
The barefoot steps of the coming (x2)
Of the coming...