Indio

The light turned into shadow
and the Indian was born,
The highlands turned into a man
and the Indian was born.

Prisoner in your land,
captive Indian,
without light in the gaze,
dark Indian.

Yesterday a mountain,
today only rubble.
My being boils
when I mention it.

You will be a mountain again
and there will be brightness in your eyes.
I will hear your laughter
and you will be happy
and I will be happy.