Conjunción Al Sur de Los Vientos

You see it, I'm already leaving
Inward to live
Where your flower and my flower are born
This south is so vast
That contemplates your immortal pulse

You, worker of silence
Squeezing the greenery
The chimeric voice from within
Your forged writing
Your timeless summer light

You see, brother
Poverty is the same
North down, south inside
The harsh weather is the same
That takes us over
Poverty is the same
As the sky is so same
Yet we
Barricading dreams
The seed is the dream

The heart knows
More than the vital cycle
Everything remains inside us, brother
The unmolding of the soul
And an October of detachments

The wounded Lonkomeo among verses will be
Conjunction south of the winds
Patagonia, even if it hurts, even if it serves
Even if it retreats

You see, brother
Poverty is the same
North down, south inside
The harsh weather is the same
That takes us over
Poverty is the same
As the sky is so same
Yet we
Barricading dreams
The seed is the dream