From the burrow of
The Savanna of sleep,
my hoarse heart announces
the end and victory of the battle of anguish,
and what were once sad palpitations are now
transfigured into rhythmic apology.
The nagual, overwhelmed,
flees towards the confines of cowardice,
he will no longer leave his human body to enter mine,
he will no longer take me for his own.
The darkness of him weakens him,
sucks history, devours hearts and joy.
His tunnels and labyrinths have been closed,
smothered by his furtive and irresolute tears.
May the night bury me whole,
may it swallow your roots and mine,
and your flattering tongue varnished with poetry,
framed in alleys, perish today,
because this almost biennial love disintegrates,
and now you are still life!