Duelo al sol

Today marks three years,
the wound on my side.
The blood has healed,
the memory of that day remained engraved
by a sixteen caliber.
Alone, just this time
without witnesses or accomplices.
To think that I'm not being aimed at
by gunmen hidden on the roof
or among the chairs of the Hall.

In the sun,
I'm not afraid of your bullets.
Face, face
to the sun.
Eye to eye,
sun duel.
In the sun,
in that place, in that place.
In the sun,
I'm not afraid of your bullets.

Sun duel.

The judge condemns my act,
the gravedigger rejoices.
The law is not on my side
but I know that the good God
will guide my hand at the moment of shooting.
In the street no one speaks,
everyone awaits the first shot.

A few steps forward
separate life from death.