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AND YOU HEAR from the drum

the biggest echo drop.

They are so static

there they witness the son.

Dawn between dance,

the night of rituals,

amalgamated bamboo flute,

that regenerates the soul.

They tell me that I was

an intact dusk,

I preferred

the acacias in the chair.

I go wild at dances,

endlessly,

I don´t stop, shaking

by perennial sweat.

Slaves of a new

scream that drives you crazy,

all beauty, all

the murmurs of the people.

They tell me that I was

an intact dusk,

I preferred

shouting alone in my mind.

Prisoner, yes, sometimes

but only of my body

because my spirit

remains free here.

And I furrow the sea that embroiders

the vastness of the horizon

like an infinite galley

that the galleys adorn.

They tell me that I was

an intact dusk,

I preferred

freedom before death.

Today, I am free: wind

thunder, fire, ether,

the snake or the condor,

roaring black panther.