Mira

Look, wait for I am going to be born again,
I will choose the fabric of my cradle
in the new latitude of the universe,
in the fossils and the primitive fire
to be from then on what I have not been.

Look, I am going to discover the rainbow,
I will sit at the end of each rain
without ideas of unearthing gold
without ideas of touching the mirage
without ideas of inventing juggling.

I am going to become an animal, to then grow,
to then grow.

I will learn to hunt with flint, to then know,
to then know.

Look, one day I will arrive at the songs
one day I will arrive at sanity,
squeezing the heart against men
with the same love of the first birth,
the words will still be the feelings.
Look.