Grifana, La Mujer
Pastoral
Grifana, The Woman
You walk in blank, slow and alone
All the hours weigh on you
The room, the street, and the lending of love
You step on the tiles that know you
Cheekbones marking awake nights
And the smoke that is in your voice
It's already morning
In the suicide of your dark life
Grifana, you are a woman and also a mom
Mother of a thousand unborn children
Mother of dreams that have fallen
And started to roll
Your barren womb is the reason
For your dark life
And this one, already without light, slips away
