Reina Ciega

With feet on broken sidewalks
Of guarded neighborhoods,
I woke up seeing the blind queen,
Rolling in the mud.

Killing the body
Of those who wanted to help her,
And allowing those
Who enjoy her misfortune
Because she doesn't know how to love
Because she doesn't want to love.

I moved away from the dense sphere
That lulls in its crying,
To hear from the eternal word
Understanding and charm.

Tongues of fire vibrate
Next to the sower,
Who is ready
To harvest love.

I understood that the fear of death,
Is only for the guilty.
That without more than believing oneself a body,
Never opens their hands.

Tongues of fire vibrate
Next to the sower,
Who is ready
To harvest love.
To give is to love.