Los Jivias

I remember you, Amanda
The wet street
running to the factory where Manuel worked

The wide smile, the rain in your hair,
nothing mattered
you were going to meet with him,
with him, with him, with him

They were five minutes
life is eternal
in five minutes

The whistle blew
to return to work
and you walking you lit up everything
those five minutes
made you blossom

I remember you, Amanda
The wet street
running to the factory where Manuel worked

The wide smile, the rain in your hair,
nothing mattered
you were going to meet with him,
with him, with him, with him

And he took to the mountains to fight
He had never hurt a fly
and in five minutes
it was all wiped out

The whistle blew
to return to work
many didn't go back
neither did Manuel

I remember you, Amanda
The wet street
running to the factory where Manuel worked

What of the man? In which part
Of his open conversation
Between the warehouses and the whistles,
In which of his metallic movements
Lived the indestructible,
The everlasting, life?

Everyone lost heart
While waiting their death,
Their daily show death:
And their fateful breaking
Of every day was…
Like a black drink
They drank…trembling

Then on the earthly ladder i have climbed
Then on the earthly ladder i have climbed
Between the atrocious morning of the lost jungles
Until you… Machu-Picchu