Vasija de Barro

I want to be buried
Like my ancestors were
In the dark and cool womb
Of a clay vessel

When life fades away
Behind a curtain of years
Loves and heartbreaks
Will bloom in the flow of time

Baked and hard clay
Soul of green hills
Light and blood of my people
Sun of my ancestors

From you I was born and to you I return
Clay, vessel of earth
With my death, I lie in you
To your dust, I am in love