It goes turning around as an extreme flash of lightning
From the skin to the bones.
...It moans for a heart never asleep,
It hangs from it.
From which land you announce me
And by which name you go?
It goes forward without leaving nor arriving
On the scaffolds of your wound.

Answer me, cuddle me, hold me
Next to the very long cry of pain of the crucified!
A dagger is not a dagger
Nor is an early riser the void behind the veils.

Elected in the trance,
The girl dies by living in your hallelujah.

There is a wind of fire blowing into the rocks.
There is a voice of her song
Without age nor tyranny by the fire.
There are realms of divine chastisement and leeches
Already crushed by the yellow rose.
There is lavish sprawling on the acclivity.
There is an orchard.
There are twelve stars.
There is distilled honey.
There are splinters of a love
In the eyes of the stag.
There are rains purifying themselves, nubiles.
There is an awe-inspiring light blue color in that mouth
That says without articulating, that she watches and soars.

Great Redeemer in the joy of the sun,
What brook does not swamp our blood?
Blessed in the joy of the sun,
Who will provide water to my head?
Ridiculed in your Son's pain
Every day you are crowned.

 

Manuel Lozano
(Adapted in english by Humberto Garza Cañamar-Pasadena, Housston, USA)