Días 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
you know I have a treasure inside
that reaches my roots.

If I come back loaded
with lots of flowers
and so much color
and I put you in laughter
in tenderness, in my voice
it's because I've soaked my shirt in flowers
to dye your sweat.

But if one day I take too long
don't get impatient
I'll be back later
maybe the deepest joy
was chased by anger that day
that simple anger of a wild man
that explosive anger, the anger of death
that imperial rage killing children
that anger has spoiled my love,
that motherly anger, God, I'm cold
that anger is mine, it's mine, only mine,
that anger I drink but it doesn't soak me
that anger is fear of losing the bunch,
that anger, kid, dirt shoe
that anger give it to me or I'll wage war,
that anger everything has its moment
that anger the scream is carried by the wind,
that anger the gold on the conscience
that anger damn it, patience, patience
that anger is... my calling.

If there are days I come back tired
dirty from time
without love to spare
it's because I return from the world
not from the woods, not from the sun
on these days, my partner,
put on a new soul
for my most beautiful flower.