A La Libertad

That I pronounce your name
ritual of a hundred millennia
seed that blossoms
collapse and birth.

And my chest explodes
that distances shrink
and what do you expect from time
the gray truth of man.

And the wind refutes
that tangles vegetables
that shines in the mornings
an apron of salts.

May your flesh envelop me
spilling its sap
may a thousand chains explode
freedom demands.

That slides its body
as if embracing time
that smell its prayers
like drops of silence.

That sometimes intoxicates me
with its tender utopia
that carries long hair
like the litany.

That in soft sleigh bells
its agony rises
that cries with the evening
my celestial departure.

May your flesh envelop me
spilling its sap
may a thousand chains explode
freedom demands.