Estatua de Carne

Where the pampa opens its belly
Evaporating its wise blood in the sun
Mixed with dew from white mornings
Mixed with perfumes of pastured winds
With wild lowing, with violent neighs
With bird songs ready to fly
With sprouts raised from eternal futures

There where the pampa earth rises as a female
Where the sunlight hits straight on
Where quantity only serves the number
Where the stream is a twisting vein
From high to low to bathed lagoons

Where life lives, where death dies

Where the shadow lasts as long as the light allows
Where eyes touch with deep freedom
The clear horizon, the whitened night
The smiling dawns and golden sunsets

My pampa land, I come from there
Without ever having left, never leaving it
Always trying to grow from within

From there I come... And I bring with me the memory
The flesh statue of a pampa Indian
Who shook my shame

I would have liked to talk to her... But why
Her eyes were so still
Buried in a thousand wrinkles shading
The sharp thorns densely blackened
Her nose and mouth... Indifferent to smell and taste
Her hands, united in the fatigue of her skirt
Thin and stretched from years of pregnancy

Her chest so sunken that in the curve of her back
The weight of her sagging breasts reflected touching her stomach
Her oblique and small shoulders
Showed me that even the weight of her arms
Tires when they've always been down
Gathering empty time of hope

Perhaps the dusty wandering dune
Once carried her on the back of new landscapes

Perhaps the wind of the old Pampa
Sang her songs learned from afar

And there
When the sunset curls up in dreams
She felt nostalgia bringing firewood to burn silences

Perhaps she got drunk on orgy, on sex
Culminating on the ninth moon over sheepskin
Stained with red clots
And dried of oblivion on another turn

Perhaps she's lucky to be a virgin
Although she gave birth a thousand times for her brute innocence

Perhaps, at some point, she got tired of waiting for nothing
And exchanged her waiting for distance

Quiet distance
Twisted in piquillin trunks with mortal patience
But latent even in the bark of your face

Because God wanted her body and soul to be one thing
I would have liked to talk to her

But why
To nail another Christ without more turns?
To take away the only thing she has left after living like no one
Without receiving even the cheap disdain for the one who bothers?
Even the dog is told to go away when it's pulling the bones!
All she has is silence, and because she doesn't give milk they leave it
Times change, memories remain
Men die when there's no shame

The shadow grows within consciousness
If consciousness doesn't grow in the shadow

I wonder
How much time is needed to know less and less?
Where in life does resignation come from?
Only fear incubates differences

And only from unhappy foreign fear
Do the self-differentiated sick feed on power
Unacceptable whim of wanting to cover the sun that rises for all
With the toxic breath of lies, absolute denial of reasoning

And to think... To think that right there
From where you can look inside in any direction

Where light and shadow come together for something more than just passing a day
Where the slow rise of calden trees contrasts
With the sowing, maturity, and harvest of wheat fields

Right there... Where one day the spear was sharpened
And the saber stirred up dust in attack and defense
In a curse that remained hanging in a drool of fatigue and agony

Where the spent blood
Where the spent blood that soaked the ground
Today evaporates and continues to blush the sky with dawns and sunsets

Where the wind unites when storm clouds approach the sky

Right there... I saw her sitting
With her eyes so still
With time embedded even in her nails
With complete calm written in her spine
The flesh statue that raises cycles of forgetfulness and misery

I felt so small before such greatness
What is my song worth without your something?

If one day... My song reaches your ear
Don't think I'm using you
The dirty difference that separates, God invented as punishment
That we will have to pay sooner or later
With only the soul as a witness