Grifana, La Mujer

You walk in blank, slow and alone
All the hours weigh on you
The room, the street, and the lending of love

You step on the tiles that know you
Cheekbones marking awake nights
And the smoke that is in your voice

It's already morning
In the suicide of your dark life
Grifana, you are a woman and also a mom

Mother of a thousand unborn children
Mother of dreams that have fallen
And started to roll

Your barren womb is the reason
For your dark life
And this one, already without light, slips away