El Vientre
Cabezones
The Womb
An indelible mark
That mutates into pains
And yet, my feet
Remain restless
Sheltering spasms of cold
In perpetual womb
Covering lies
Every time
They spit
In my face
I feel the pain
In me... in me...
The womb
Returns me incomplete
About the hatred
I no longer know anything
What ancient conscience
My silences
What name it carries
My darkness
Every time...
The roots that penetrate
My agony...
The perpetual womb
Gathers my fruits...
Every time...
