Vasija de Barro

I want to be buried
Like my ancestors
In the dark and cool womb
Of a clay vessel

When life covers me
Behind a curtain of years
Will live on the surface of time
Loves and disappointments

Hardened clay
Soul of green hills
Blood and dreams of my men
Sun of my ancestors

From you I was born and to you I return
Clay, clay vessel
And in my death I lie in you
And in your beloved dust