Días y Flores

If I wake up early
Fresh and healed
Clear and happy
And I tell you: I'm going to the forest
To relieve myself from you
You know that inside I have a treasure
That reaches me to the root

If later I return loaded
With many flowers
Lots of color
And I put them in your laughter
In tenderness, in your voice
It's because I've soaked my shirt in flowers
To dye your sweat

But if one day I delay
Don't be impatient
I will return later
It's that the deepest joy
Will have followed me that day
The simple rage of the wild man
The bomb rage, the rage of death
The empire rage, killer of children
The rage my affection has rotted
The rage mother, dear God, I'm cold
The rage is mine, that's mine, only mine
The rage I drink but don't get wet
The rage fear of losing the bundle
The rage son, shoe of earth
The rage give me or I'll make war
The rage everything has its moment
The rage the scream is carried by the wind
The rage the gold over conscience
The rage damn it!, patience, patience
The rage is my vocation

If there are days I return tired
Dirty with time
Without love
It's because I come back from the world
Not from the forest, not from the Sun
On those days, companion
Put on a new soul
For my most beautiful flower