Was a quiet voice like the voice of a beggar
later the song had flown along my neck
to strongly rush like a deluge of water
to my head where it spun at length before I fell asleep
my eyes where under siege by that woman
who with her gaze can shatter the weapons of lecherous gods
and who reminded me of my grandmother
who died with liberty between her lips
defeated cholera and cancer
but was killed by bullets
since then I’ve written on the dead woman’s coffin
till one day her eyelids will open

I could hear the song climbing in that woman’s body
expanding her breasts and crossing her hands
and legs and ribs in marvelous ripples
in her eyes the irises opened like eclipses
and that song contrived to penetrate me as well