Como Hilos de Plata
El Vislumbre del Esteko
Like Silver Threads
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
