Carta a Violeta Parra

My always beloved Violeta Parra:
I found out your address through a cloud.
A guitar writes to you
remembering you with devotion,
just to sing to you, yes,
how things are going.

Down here, wonders hang,
the habit deserts mercy.
Nightmare reigns
as the supreme divinity.
Ego, fame, and money, yes,
blessed trinity.

The fortunate one
turns a blind eye
and the vilified one
flesh for the horde.

I kiss Carmen Luisa,
the girlfriend of an archangel.
I love Chabela
and greet the Angel.

Nets weave dreams for auctions;
others' blood is a special effect.
Dignity is spent
like the philosopher's stone.
Profit and greed, yes,
form the ruling class.

My dear Violeta, send me aerials,
voices from your evolving Universe,
to use your mystery
against the pharaoh's plagues,
to give me strength, yes,
and a good song.