Lo Frágil De La Locura
La Renga
The Fragility of Madness
The blood was restless in my veins
And that summer I headed north
To forget my routine
And feel liberated at last
To see the land bathed in sun
Breathing air at high altitudes
Filling the bowl of my eyes
With the most fragile of madness
But reality also showed
Another reflection in it
When a brother who also
Left his mark spoke to me
Since you're going to write, he said
Tell of my town
Poverty and pain only brought progress
The culture of betrayal and the Indians in museums
He invited me to chew on his herb
And to bite into pure truth
He asked me what they were doing there
In the capital
And I only had words to define injustice
And that they only aspired to the fruit of their own greed
At last I saw the land bathed in sun
Breathed air from the heights
And filled the bowl of my eyes
With the most fragile of madness
Since you're going to write, he said
Tell of my town
Poverty and pain only brought progress
The culture of betrayal and the Indians in museums
