Do not kneel down to live.
Take your clothes off:
You will need for your trip a variety of dresses
that will help you conquer the four ages.
Undo your heart of parties in vain.
No one will be able to cut with their rules and veils
the seamless tunic of your unrepeatable body.
Do away with crosses and bells.
Take off your shoes. You do not need to look
in the wardrobes of the earth for sandals
that despise your contact with the street or life.
Throw up in the air your boisterous skin and walk.
Do not harbor hatred, nor envy or lie.
Attend your meetings at home, in the classroom or the office
respectful, informed, updated.
But never kneel down to live.
The elemental mothers already cut the remnants
that you will use every day with dignity:
this is your mouth, those are your arms, and those your memories.
Crying you have burst in not knowing what was going on
and you will depart without discovering the reason of your life.
Baste your outfits hoping to learn
that you will finally discover as the years pass by
the suit that better fits your shoulders and waist,
your thighs, crotch or armpits. You will see
that with pieces of empty or replenished coincidences
you will love the existence
you will be weaving and unfolding day after day in the current…
But do not ever kneel down to live.
[First poem from the book
Retazos para un traje de tierra]
[Translated by Ana Alonso with
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