CLIMB TO BE BORN ALONGSIDE ME, BROTHER

CLIMB TO BE BORN ALONGSIDE ME, BROTHER
The Jaivas
Climb to be born alongside me, brother
give me your hand from the deep zone
Of your spread pain.
You will not return ... from the bottom of the rocks.
You will not return ... from the underground time.
It will not return ... your hardened voice.
They will not return ... your drilled eyes.
climb to be born alongside me, brother

Look at me from the underground,
farmer, weaver, quiet shepherd
Tamer of tutelary guanacos,
Bricklayer of the defied scaffold.

watermaker of the Andean tears,
Jeweler of the crushed fingers,
Farmer trembling in the seed,
Potter in your clay spilt.
Bring to the grail of this new life
Your old buried pains.
climb to be born alonside me, brother

Show me your blood and your gash,
Say to me: " ... here I was punished! ... "
Because the jewel did not shine or the ground
It did not deliver on time the stone or the grain.

Indicate to me the stone in which you fell down
And the wood in which they crucified you,
Light me the old flints,
The old lamps, the stacked whips,
Across the centuries in the sores,
And the axes of gory sheen.
I come to speak for your dead mouth...

Tell me everything, chain to chain,
Link to link, step by step
Sharpen the knives that you kept.
Put them in my breast and in my hand
As a river of yellow beams,
As a river of buried tigers,
And allow me to cry,
Hours, days, years,
Blind ages, stellar centuries.