Ngen Kutral and the Spirits

When the coming cloud The soul does not look like a black and white photo Or anchored to fatigue when turning a corner Or fermenting gray pastures Failure is only bad remembering Press a left key to restart Examines the long deeply sunken roll And the previous steps to see who held them If they looked up and saw the stars. Give me the lucid sun the oak tree rooted in the rock and shaped Hearts with dawn Change colors away from cataclysm For me to reshape the curve of the days and Turn off the landmine left by bad visitors Now I touch the softness of bread I make other things real (*) Ngen owner of the fire, belong to Mapuche mythology.