Los Sobrevivientes
Serú Girán
The Survivors
We are blind to see
tired of so much walking
we are tired of running
in the city.
We will never have roots
we will never have a home
and yet, you see,
we are from here.
We vibrate like the bells
like churches approaching from the south
like black dresses wanting to undress.
I have always carried you
under my blue scarf
through the streets like Christ to the cross.
