DÍAZ Y FLORES

"If I wake up early
fresh and healed,
clear and happy,
and I tell you 'I'm going to the woods
to get away from you',
know that inside I have a treasure
that reaches my roots.
If I come back loaded
with a bunch of flowers
(a lot of color)
and I put them in your laughter,
in your tenderness, in your voice,
it's because my shirt got soaked in flowers
to dye it with my sweat.
But if one day I take too long, don’t get impatient,
I'll be back later.
It might be that the deepest joy
has followed my anger that day:
the simple rage of a wild man,
the explosive rage, the rage of death.
The rage of a murderous empire against children,
the rage that has rotted my affection,
the rage, mother, for god's sake, I'm cold,
the rage is my bone, it's mine, only mine.
The rage I drink but it doesn't wet me,
the rage I'm scared to lose the bundle.
The rage, son, shoe of the earth,
the rage, give it to me or I'll wage war.
The rage, everything has its moment,
the rage, the scream is carried by the wind.
The rage, the gold on my conscience,
the rage, damn it, patience, patience.
The rage is my calling.
If there are days I come back tired,
dirty from time,
with no time for love,
it's because I return from the world,
not from the woods, not from the sun.
On those days,
my partner,
put on a new soul
for my most beautiful flower."