Como Hilos de Plata

The lightning pierced the mountain's light
breaking a deathly silence
northern warm breezes
wood from a falling tree
and seeks the brutal kiss
of goodbye to the earth
everything eternal is the rain

Rags and the plow dance
steel is useful just this once
it doesn't harm the land
and the crops own the century

Everything eternal is my mother
in skirts dancing in the sun
she dried her hands
and the silver threads
hold the furrows
to the looms of the sky

Her face melts into the skin
of the sun and corn
and the origin bursts
color color color
brown is your silence

Death
down there, there are so many
but life
up there in dreams