Donde se gesta el amor

The clock continues its silent cadence
he hides the womb where love is conceived
bleeding remnants of this enraged time
it carries in its hands the omen of this farewell.

I think I found your face in this guerrilla
under the rain, covered in pain
my first rifle is your well-born school
its truth inspires my guitar and its song.

She and I often remember you in silence
she and I feel that the end never comes
together we traverse the wounds of mystery
gestures and utopias the truth of truth.

Don't ever wait for me lying in January
I may behave like a city dog
without goodbye, without time, without clock, nor nouns
and I may leave absent without turning death back.

I usually get drunk on promises without destination
with children playing soaked in truth
with a continent that resists this lie
with a new song that buries evil.

I sing with silences, with smells and sounds
I sing that expects nothing from the World Bank
an excessive scream that crosses galaxies
wild February that sails the carnival.

I tell you that the wind often draws your name
in the thick earth that my feet usually step on
in the silent sea of corners and secrets
in the sad leaves that autumn will sow.