I found myself in the water
Troubled by a river of copper
A Bible saved from the waves
Accompanied my ablutions

The guerrillas are waiting
For the wine in me to dry up
In the plain the thunder rumbles
The eternal night is hidden

Above these crops
The dust wins
The sick sky of our revolts
Handfuls of stars are extinguished

It is the mass of silences
Melted into an answer,
A tiny luminescence
Esta blancura conoces?

At rest in the blonde grass
I watch approaching me
The reverse side of this world
And God, it’s getting cold