Camino / Path

Camino

Fui para andar sin contemplaciones

a encontrar restos del nacimiento.

No uní las entrañas diseccionadas,

carroña de las aves, no pregunté por el azar

de sus posiciones, no haché la tierra

cubriendo la carne recién fagocitada.

La metáfora era un bocado diminuto,

una deformidad del lenguaje para alimentarme,

no amontoné los desperdicios de la cacería.

Luego fui entraña y me contraía,

fui viento y ardía, fui despedido

en mi increíble nacimiento.

El hambre volaba en mí como un hombre

rozando en la razón de su alimento;

no era azar este tumulto de piel naciendo:

me atravesaba un ave, me atravesaba un ave.

Path

I went out wandering with no remorse

to find the remains of my birth.

I didn´t join the dissected bowels

they were carrion for birds, I didn’t ask for the randomness

of their positions, I didn’t beat up the soil

covering the recently engulfed blood.

The metaphor was a tiny mouthful,

a language’s deformity to feed myself,

I didn’t piled up the hunt’s waste.

Then I was bowel and I shrunk,

I was wind and burned, I was released

on my unbelievable birth.

I didn’t even try to go back inside.

Hunger flew over me as a man

rubbing on the reason of his food:

it wasn’t randomness this skin’s turmoil getting birth:

a bird crossed over me, a bird crossed over me.