Para Los Arqueólogos Del Futuro
Congreso
For the Archaeologists of the Future
These dates were in the year of the Wolf
Here we are in this dead end
Here we were among so many burned seeds
Here we were thrown in a hurry
It wasn't cholera
It wasn't AIDS
It wasn't Mount Vesuvius
It wasn't Hiroshima
No one was sleeping when they wiped us out
They carefully reconstruct our last footprints
The keys to fear in these (our) buried bodies
We were: neither good nor bad
We were: just simple human beings
We were: with boats on the sea
We were: with songs on our lips
We were: with books of poetry
We were: with debts and scapulars
We were: with bright loves
We were: with children and with brothers! We were!
Gather lovingly our separated lives
The unfinished kiss on these mutilated mouths
We were: neither good nor bad
We were: just simple human beings
We were: with boats on the sea
We were: with songs on our lips
We were: with books of poetry
We were: with debts and scapulars
We were: with bright loves
We were: with children and with brothers! We were!
