Retrato

Of wide honey
It was her heart in sourness
And her talkative mouth
Like a river wind
The total current
Of her blood in action
It dragged her in a whirlpool
Convinced and abundant
She was not a stranger to the loom
She passed through the power plant
She returned to the clay
She came back from the sea
And slept by my side.

She sprouted with that
Maternal radiance
That made her a honeycomb
And filled her with being
And she learned by understanding
And understood by thinking
And thought by soldiering
And she fought as she grew.

She was not a stranger to the loom
She passed through the power plant
She returned to the clay
She came back from the sea and dreamed by my side.

When the city burned
When the tank destroyed
And her people fell
Betrayed once again.

I saw her a lot
Through the months acting
Working, helping
Tearing her feet.

She was not a stranger to the loom...
She disappeared.