El Diluvio y La Pasajera
Invisible
The Deluge and The Passenger
Everyone is happy
Memories have finally ceased
I know, the breaks between the Sun
Wait for the wind to blow strong
With its ivory mouth
And the deluge falls contemplating you
With the river the Moon listens
The chiaroscuros hide pearls
And so, from the body of the volcano
Already dead
The indigenous people prepare another laser beam
So that the deluge never dries them out
And how tender they are
Those ignored ones who fall asleep
And so much so as not to see
At least without being seen a queen
But now, you may
A thousand times knock in dreams
That the doors of the deluge, no, there are none
If they no longer wait for her to have dinner at home
It must be because she's leaving
And never returns at night
However, in the mornings
She wakes up in her bed
The slightest breeze that runs through the patio
Must be the one undressing her
When she runs wild to divide herself
With her mouth touching the ground
The ground of orange blossom
