desarraigo

Just there
God was just there
In the shadow of the past
Where your secrets sleep in cloisters
And the milk tree grows.

Preach
Your face will remind me
Blessed abyss
An act of our blood.

I swallow the moon
Because I always fall
Into your clarity
Just to be
Lost in the flames of your voice.

Preach
Your face will remind me
Blessed abyss
An act of our blood.

I am the voice
Of the one who cries out
In the desert.

Don't trust me
Hide all disappointment
Full of pure distance
The hollow that is my face.

Born to castrate
My own son
I do it
I do it without forgiveness
I reject everything
That is not you.

Don't trust me
Hide all disappointment
Full of pure distance
The hollow that is my face.

Your lips without my mouth do not exist.
Fire that understands our way of speaking.