Memorial de Tus Dias Mamá

You had the habit
Of walking through the paths
Singing to life
Your desire to love
You lit up the dawn
With a taste of mate
And laid down stars
In the evening

What strange enchantment
Of enchanted elves
They ran through your hands
I will never let them know
You played in your days
That you were the owner of everything
Fairy, worker, and monthly
For every task

I still see you
With the man by your side
Because he was a piece of you
Or you were a piece of him
And in that complement
Man, furrow, and seed
You were always the earth
Teaching how to be born

Later you became a tree
Giving sap to its branches
Each branch was a scream
That your womb shouted
Five branches seeking
The altar of your forehead
To pray in silence
One of those is me
They are your children seeking mom
The altar of your forehead mom
To pray in silence mom
One of those is me