Amanece La Raza

The whole continent is
virginally calm.
Up to the sky rise
the green leaves of the Ñandubay,
and beautifully docile
the arms of the old willow
drop into the waters of the Mataquito.
There, in the distance of the Pampa
a child looks at the horizon
with the clear eyes of maternal Chaco.
The whole continent has life in peace...

...Death came by sea.
The dying quetzal fell
to the Toltec land,
a Mapuche child
was left moaning on the battlefield, and now,
from the course of our vital blood I ask:

NARRATION:
Where are you, Southern Giant
with the ancient forgotten wait
of the ancestral Indian cry?
The loyal friendly wind
ruffled the prairies
the steel emerged
only the Ona lived
in the Patagonian land
that bled from rivers.

The untamed Tehuelche
emerged among shadows
a sea wolf cried out
the nostalgia of the night.
Let the clasp close
of the forgotten history
for the root is the glory
of the old encampments,
and hope used to
behead the scum.

The blood in the earth
turned into pebbles
and anger blossomed
in the war raid.
The bow does not miss the arrow!
Hurricane Alacalufe
who dressed in plumage
to fertilize the valley
with the scent of the molle
the most divine brew.

Where are you, Indian man?
Which hands snatched your breath
and left?
The Indian lost his life,
and the dawn died
colonized in books
by writer lackeys,
your struggle was not revived,
your humility was trampled
in those dark writings.