El Antigal

In your old arms, yesterday stayed
A smoldering ember of the wild soul that left
Time lay still in your lonely hands
Stretched out over the light
Dried blood in the morning
Crying centuries to the voice of the Sun
The Inca's scream shook the pain

Barefoot silence moves through your body
The stones steal the salt from the wind
The crickets sleep through the afternoon
Naked gold from the hill behind
Dug the mouth of your night
The dark steel of your black skin
To lay you down in solitude

Crying the heat of the Indian's tears
It's a feverish spring soaking the antigal
Rain that comes from God
Ancient weariness and slow its pace
It has a spear for the cactus
And in its thorns, it left its hands
For the blood of another color
And to the crazy lightning, it gave its heart

The fate of your name was final
And that Moon no longer shines
The female closed her womb
And bled from her forehead
And left her traces to the north
Sought a path to die over there
And like a mother, she cried for her pain too

The cosmic Master roams inside
Walks through your veins since it left
And lifts your black eyes
To cover you, dead and loyal
He drove his chest into the rock
Like a wound without screaming its voice
It was heard in the sky as a curse

Crying the heat of the Indian's tears
It's a feverish spring soaking the antigal
Rain that comes from God
And ancient the weariness and slow its pace
It has a spear for the cactus
And in its thorns, it left its hands
For the blood of another color
And to the crazy lightning, it gave its heart