Bicho Auto
Juana Molina
Auto Bug
It's the light of a candle
It's the light of a lantern
It's the light of the moon
They are the eyes of disdain of a strange bug that entered
Where did it come from? How did it get here? What happened to it?
Through a furrow in the earth
Dancing it escapes fast
And the darkness that surrounds it
It illuminates little, alone, little with its lantern
Although they are two, although they are two
Although they are two.
