Llanto Subterraneo

It's a long bad dream,
a silly horror movie,
a never-ending tunnel
full of rocks and puddles

What a cursed time this is,
that mixes up hours and years,
dreams and consciousness,
the open eye and the slow dying,
the slow dying!

I'm going to become an underground cry.
I'm going to become an underground cry.

Just born in the deathbed,
creature of peace,
newborn child of the sun with a black face,
cradled in the silence crib,
sucking darkness, desert heart.

My child,
buried sky and aerial spring,
I'm going to become an underground cry.