Tu Huella

Your trace, your trace...

Little brown one who are you,
little brown one what do you feel,
your little eyes release,
springs of a very present past...

Innocent little brown one,
indigent little brown one,
behind your moon face,
beauty illuminates you and radiates...

It radiates before a stealth,
that burns in your heart.

I'll erase the marks on my skin
to be able to see you,
as you are seeing me...
I'll erase the insult of being born,
wherever you want to be born,
without caring about culture and its reasons...
without caring about the color in your skin...

Little brown one, forgetfulness,
doesn't understand sighs,
little brown one, walk,
what you sow today, will see life...

It will see to forget,
that intense pain.

I'll erase the marks on my skin
to be able to see you,
as you are seeing me...
I'll erase the insult of being born,
wherever you want to be born,
without caring about its color and its reasons...
without caring about the color of any skin...

If God speaks to you, listen...
today your pain is my pain too...

I'll erase the marks on my skin...