De Regreso a Tus Entrañas
Pastoral
Back to Your Entrails
I feel time in my body
Leaving new footprints
On those old footprints
That were already there
And I try to know today
What is better, maybe not
Maybe it's not the fragile sigh
From a gentle breeze that awakens
The one who reminds me of where
Steal tenderness on the day it doesn't have any
And then today I try to get out
The nails in my head
Those that don't let me think
That maybe it is a son with all the desire
Having my own children
Scattered throughout the cosmos in a manner
May your breath tarnish the stars
And maybe the return is better
Maybe not
Maybe he's a man with a childhood
Present, applause and also lovers
Maybe it was a germ that
Growing up, she had to accept that she beats
The belly from which he once jumped
And the one who is going to return today
To live in it, to live in it
