El Vientre

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...