I know too well that the fronts are not clear,
that mass murderers can be seen through the cracks of the past.
I know too well that there are no reference points left,
that they were denied entrance for not having any papers.
I don't care if the glass is
half full or half empty if it doesn't quench your thirst.
Who will defend me against those who love me,
from peace, from their embargos, from their rents?
I can't come to think all battles are lost.
Poor whomever reminds us that the story is over.
A rumble of wings and thundering floods the whole avenue.
In the walls I read the cries that greet us.
Light the fire, block the street now,
because the coyotes have gathered
and here in the South dawn will bring
everlasting rain
at the end of the night.
Light the fire of memory and get out,
because the vermin have gathered,
you remind them that in this village now
dreaming is dangerous and breathing is an heroic deed.
An heroic deed.
They wonder if there's life on Mars
and I don't know if there is any still nearby in Las Barranquillas1,
You shouldn't pay your debts,
they charged all too much, they opened your veins.
I don't know anymore if we belong to "us",
if we will reach Ythaca, perhaps that's not what matters.
If we seal the doors of oblivion lip to lip,
that the future awaits us asleep in your arms.
I won't agree with those who officiated at my burial.
This paradise was occupied and it's no longer deserted.
A rumble of wings and thundering floods the whole avenue.
In the walls I read the cries that greet us.
Light the fire, block the street now,
because the coyotes have gathered
and here in the South dawn will bring
everlasting rain
at the end of the night.
Light the fire of memory and get out,
because the vermin have gathered,
you remind them that in this village now
dreaming is dangerous and breathing is an heroic deed.
An heroic deed.
...light the fire.
...because the vermin have gathered.
...light the fire.
...because the coyotes have gathered.
...light the fire.
