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The moons that added up
Those who look
The stars long ago
Stopped being counted
Then came forgetfulness
And in its bosom
Your name aerial and earthly
Stopped being pronounced

Following your steps
Thinking about your work
And singing the legend
I trace your profile again
I recognize your hand behind everything
But I only found silence
When I asked for you

You showed with your knowledge
The patience
And when the time came to leave
Everyone felt sorrow
You said goodbye to those who loved you
Saying not to cry
That you swore to return

And you still promise to return
With the first star
That is you at dusk
From the living boat
Of your exile, where the sea
And where no one saw you return

The history of your people
Has been filled
With painful ignorance
Such absence of light
That those beautiful
Flowering fields
As you see have been consumed
Because you are always missing

The darkness has remained
From then until now
And it is already time
That the new sun does not shine
And I am just another one who has lost
In this night his way
That leads him to be better

Where did you go to fly?
Wise serpent
With precious quetzal feathers
Where has knowledge taken you
What is there?
That has not allowed you to return

Let it end here
This pact with time
For the tired traveler
Who has stopped to listen
The works of men
And their bones are the only
Traces of their brief existence

Bless my word and be yours
And float with beautiful feathers
That make of their undulation
The lightest flight
In these times
These times of wonders
To carry your song

And promise me to return
With the first star
That is you at dawn
With the knowledge
That once was and where it is
The morning star Quetzalcoatl appears