Vidala Del Nombrador

I'm that little singer,
I'm the one who's always been,
I don't make myself, I don't unmake myself,
and in this being I just live.

I come from the deep drum of the moon
in the memory of the pure animal,
I'm a splinter of earth that returns
towards the dark mineral root.

I'm the one who sings behind the verse,
the one who makes the river foam return,
living landscape, my song is the water,
that rises through the jungle to bloom.

I'm the one who paints the grapes
and then repaints them,
I dry the green stick
and make the dry one sprout,

I name the land embraced by the tropics,
bridge of stars, waist of light,
and to the wooden heart of Salta,
I climb on wild horses through the blue night.

I come from inside the sleeping man
under the clayey and carnal earth,
branch of blood, I bloom in the wine
and the barbaric love of Carnival.