Eliza Mi Hortaliza
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Eliza My Vegetable Garden
She is a sprout of the earth
With fangs and claws like a beast
She would fly but they would hunt her down
With reality they would never understand her
She is of a color that no one knows
And at the twenty-fifth hour she appears
In the month between December and January
The season in the middle of winter
I mimic a normal view
And lose sight of her
And when everything goes wrong
I pay her a visit
She is always watching over me
Although rotten, I am her beloved fruit
When I accept that I see everything strange
On the day between the first and last of the year
There she is
Eliza
My vegetable garden
Eliza
My vegetable garden
She scares away demons
She has the fear of God
She has the hand of God
God speaks to me through her voice
I mimic a normal view
And lose sight of her
And when everything goes wrong
I pay her a visit
She is always watching over me
Although rotten, I am her beloved fruit
When I accept that I see everything strange
On the day between the first and last of the year
There she is
Eliza
My vegetable garden
Eliza
My vegetable garden
I mimic a normal view
And lose sight of her
And when everything goes wrong
I pay her a visit
She is always watching over me
Although rotten, I am her beloved fruit
