El Temblor

The mercury will rise in every room
If they see us enter like lost elephants
In search of another path
Perhaps more innocent, less resentful
That doesn't fade in what has been lived
That dies seeking a new horizon

We didn't eat anything: We counted twenty
With the most urgent bargaining, the tavern keepers danced
Their nails
Full of planets, tobacco, and silver
Of the freedom that shatters dreams
Of those who never slept

So full of tenderness and so many stings, love
Anointed, I embraced the roar that enchanted me
Then, I entrusted myself to the mist
That populates the last atoll
That becomes a widow and dawns, silent, with our tremor
The tremor will return

From the retreat, we were not children
We were the word and golden intricacies
The strong wind and the cramp
We are left with the certainty of knowing ourselves alive
Never victors nor vanquished; watered
By what remains of the thread

What a surfeit of torment, storm inland, love!
The gentle caress of its radiance tires me
That burns that twisted line
That dressed itself as a loser
If it errs, the earth will speak to me, and the tremor will come
The tremor will return