Motriz [English translation]

Below the Eath and above the male, Heaven

And, between the two, the idea of a signal

Tracing in light and in everything the voice of my mother

And my voice in hears

The afternoon hurts due to how similar

The afternoon that crosses the corridor

What peace! What light it makes! What a voice! What pain!

What bittersweetness the wind brings every time

Our voice that calls green from the cane field, cane field

And us, mother

Lamps, engine

That which I did not do and wanted to so much

Is all that I do not know, but the voice says

And that makes me and brings capable of being happy

For Heaven, for Earth the same afternoon

For the signal, for the signal

And us, mother

The rock

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