Nanas de La Cebolla

The onion is frost
Closed and poor.
Frost of your days
And of my nights.
Hunger and onion,
Black ice and frost
Big and round.

In the cradle of hunger
My child was.
With onion blood
He was breastfed.
But your blood,
Frosted with sugar,
Onion and hunger.

A dark-skinned woman
Resolved in moonlight
Spills thread by thread
Over the cradle.
Laugh, child,
I bring you the moon
When necessary.

Your laughter sets me free,
Gives me wings.
It takes away my loneliness,
Rips away my prison.
Mouth that flies,
Heart that flashes
On your lips.

I woke up from being a child:
Never wake up.
I carry sadness in my mouth:
Always laugh.
Don't collapse.
Don't know what's happening or
What's going on.