Los Momentos

Your silhouette is walking
with a sad and asleep soul
the dawn is nothing new
for your big eyes and your forehead
the sky and its stars
remained silent, distant, and dead
to your foreign mind

They spoke to us once when we were children
when life shows itself whole
about the future, about when we grow up
There the moments died
they sowed their seed like this
and we were afraid, we trembled and in this
life slipped away from us

Each one clinging to their gods
product of a whole history
they shape them and destroy them
and according to that, they order their lives
they put coins on their foreheads
dangle padlocks from their long hands
signs and bars.