Palimpsesto

(To Joan Manuel Serrat.)

It is needless to tell you that I love you more
in the deep pulp of pre-dream,
when the glacier turns back to the sun*
and our sperm is lost in the effort
and our frown solidifies with ashes
eager to split the thought of the wood.

It is needless to tell you, Libertad Osuna,
that I dream of you plowing with iron and wise lash,
returning to wander and to shoe without hesitation
on a horse and on a spirited sprout,
which is a way of understanding love
and another day that you overcome at a trot
eager to throw**
the earth to rumble,
the light to roll.

It is needless to doubt that Libertad loving
will wound my desire to return.

What hunger to have Libertad Osuna
unite you in the memory of outrage,
remind you and awaken you to flight,
fit your heart with courage,
attack the dark room incessantly
where you drink
the insult and its potion.

What a man to return so that Osuna frees
frees her name and her swift bodice,
her quartz belly and her historical agony
and her chains, her clock, her child
and approaches you, unites you, and examines you
with his two hands and his three affections,
and his shining,
his duty to wound
the light to come.

If our desire is going to burn in every moon
and we must walk it together earth to earth***
may Freedom unite us in the roots.

* In the album