Como Yo Lo Siento
Osíris Rodriguez Castillos
As I Feel It
Don't come to measure the field
With foreign eyes
Because it's not as it seems
But as I feel it
I am thistle of these plains
Reed of those marshes
Ñapindá of those hills
Dark stone of my mountains
And you won't believe if I tell you
That I recently understand it
Under that little tree
I usually brood in silence
How many times I've washed the bitterness
To get close and know it
It doesn't give wood even for cold
It doesn't give flowers even for healing
And it's a mourning handkerchief
The shadow where I take shelter
It doesn't have a bird friend
But for me, it's a companion
Why mention my old house
Look, it's falling apart
The August suns have beaten it
Through a bunch of winters
I saw it empty
I saw it filled with memories
Just to not abandon me
It stands firm against the winds
And with moon leaks
It wants to shatter my worries
My field keeps things
Stored in its silence
That I gained outside the field
That I lost inside time
Don't come to measure the field
With foreign eyes
Because it's not as it seems
But as I feel it
It doesn't have money in its belt
Not even to pay for my memories
