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.
Copyright © Eduardo Escalante | Year Posted 2017
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