Prende La Luz

I know well that the fronts aren't clear,
that genocides peek through the cracks of the past.
I know well that there are no references left,
that they were denied entry for lacking the papers.

I don't care if the glass is
half full or half empty if it doesn't quench your thirst.
Who will defend me from those who love me,
from peace, from their embargoes, from their rents.

I can't think that all battles are lost.
Poor is the one who reminds us that history ends.
A rumor of wings and storm floods the whole avenue.
On the walls, I read the screams that welcome us.

Turn on the light, block the street now,
the coyotes are gathering
and here in the south, dawn will bring
endless rain,
the end of the night.

Turn on the light of memory and go out,
the vermin is gathered,
remind them that in this village
dreaming is dangerous and breathing a whole feat.

A whole feat.

They wonder if there is life on Mars
and I don't know if it still exists nearby here in the Barranquillas.
You shouldn't pay your debts,
they collected with interest, they opened your veins.

I don't know if we are one of our own anymore,
if we will reach Ithaca, maybe that's the least of it.
If we seal the doors of oblivion lip to lip,
if the future still awaits us asleep in your arms.

I won't give reason to those who celebrated my burial.
This paradise was inhabited and is no longer deserted.
A rumor of wings and storm floods the whole avenue.
On the walls, I read the screams that welcome us.

Turn on the light, block the street now,
the coyotes are gathering
and here in the south, dawn will bring
endless rain,
the end of the night.

Turn on the light of memory and go out,
the vermin is gathered,
remind them that in this village
dreaming is dangerous and breathing a whole feat.

A whole feat.

Turn on the light.
the vermin is gathered.

Turn on the light.
the coyotes are gathering.

Turn on the light.