Vasija de Barro
Dúo Benitez Valencia
Clay Vessel
I want to be buried like my ancestors
In the dark and cool womb
Of a clay vessel
When life is lost
Behind a curtain of years
Loves and disappointments will live
At the surface of time
Hardened clay
Soul of green hills
Mud and blood of my men
Belong to my ancestors
From you I was born and to you I return
Clay vessel of clay
With my death I return to you
To your beloved dust
