Canción Para Armar

Head underwater
Makes everything look different,
Ice sun and in the center
The black star of the day.

An arm and a tongue pass
Asking a lively eye
If it remembers the paths,
The bark from out there.

Knee in the dirt,
A prayer against the sky,
The name you forget
And a hand on a door.

Red aggressive bird
That bites my throat
And when I call it to sing
It only comes out as a scream.

Head underwater
Like a fish with a broken gill
It takes you back to childhood,
It shrouds your joy.

I didn’t expect this that I’m waiting for
Elbows on the night
In the wounded day
No one knows what’s in store.

Maybe a dream flying
Or a seagull in the mud
Or the mother who doesn’t understand
Or the son, mouth in blood.

Maybe doors that break,
Maybe pairs that meet,
Maybe the time of life,
Maybe the time of life.

Maybe it’s made with hands
A maybe of a whole body,
Arm, tongue, eye, and hand
To build.

Maybe it’s made with hands
A maybe of a whole body,
Arm, tongue, eye, and hand
To build the new day.