Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth.

thrust them into my breast, into my hands,

bring to the cup of this new life

farmer anxious among his seedlings,

Speak through my speech, and through my blood.

You will not return from these stone fastnesses.

I come to speak for your dead mouths.

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You will not emerge from subterranean time.

let dead lips congregate,

your ancient buried sorrows.

sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,

Throughout the earth

mason high on your treacherous scaffolding,

jeweler with crushed fingers,

Give me the struggle, the九九藏书网 iron, the volcanoes.

Show me your blood and your furrow;

sown by your sorrows.

Strike the old flints

say to me: here I was scourged

blind ages, stellar centuries.

Look at me from the depths of the earth,

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,

potter wasted 9９ｌiｂ•nｅｔamong his clays--

to kindle ancient lamps, light up the whips

glued to your wounds throughout the centuries

and light the axes gleaming with your blood.

And give me silence, give me water, hope.

the wood they used to crucify your body.

because a gem was dull or because the earth

nor your pierced ey九-九-藏-书-网es rise from their sockets.

iceman of Andean tears,

Point out to me the rock on which you stumbled,

tiller of fields, weaver, reticent shepherd,

Give me your hand out of the depths

Your rasping voice will not come back,

Let bodies cling like magwww.99lib.netnets to my body.

and link by link, and step by step;

like a torrent of sunbursts,

failed to give up in time its tithe of corn or stone.

an Amazon of buried jaguars,

as if I rode at anchor here with you.

and leave me cry: hours, days and years,

out of the depths spin this long night to me

groom of totemic guanacos,