El CiclóN

I, arrow
Flower, pollen, arrow
Bee, bear, fish

Arrow, water
Rises, cloud
It rains, tree, arrow
Oxygen, arrow, lung

Nopiltze, my daughter
Does God never die?
Which God do you mean
All of that depends
There are gods who thought
That the world was infinite, and
There is no balance between the realms, my son

I, arrow

It spins and turns
And rolls spinning
It spins and turns
And rolls, and rolls

I want to make it a square
Deform it into a triangle
But life always returns to its circular form

The only one who can turn us around is God
There are so few flowers now, fish, water that I thought
That the turn wouldn't come
Today your son breathes me
If balance is God, and balance died
What happened to God?

It spins and turns