El Embudo

Come my son, today I must talk to you
About a topic so everyday
That neither you, nor your siblings
Have stopped to think about
And it's just out of habit

For being born here
For coming from a root
Marginalized long ago
And silently contemplating
What happens in the country

Maybe you never thought
That with those two hands of yours
You assist distant lands
Giving them light and warmth
That also moves the engine

That the sky and the sea move
City highways
And communications
Without knowing for what reasons
Nothing comes and everything goes

Look at that pipe over there
It's the famous oil pipeline
Where the fruits go away
So to speak in bulk
It will be hard for you to understand

Because this oil of ours
Is industrialized so far away
And the by-product later
Returns to its land again
God knows why maneuvers

Our gas is piped
In high-pressure pipes
That carry heating
To warm other lands
Don't be surprised

If I tell you that in the gas
There are many more things
With varied properties
That enrich other places
And impoverish those here

And the national parks
Seem foreign
Because there we are strangers
The natives and locals
And in their colossal forests

It happens that sometimes
The logs that nobody takes
Turn into embers
And go with cow dung
In the ranches the stoves

And those towers in a row
Holding the cables
Take from our rivers
The best of the energy
It's not my idea

Nor do I want to embarrass you
But think about it
What would happen if they gave us
For everything they take
Just what's fair and nothing more

We continue to be a colony
Of the hen from above
Federalism, lies
As far back as I can remember
There they invent history

Here it's written with blood
But they come from time to time
On the eve of elections
To promise solutions
That no longer fool anyone

Let's not talk about heavy water
Royalties, minerals
Nothing comes everything goes
Squeezing the milking
The matter is studied

To leave us in mourning
Using any channel
They take even the land
If our sweat were useful
There would already be some sweatduct