Affliction for not knowing
when the sunset will come
the souls laugh
and the spirit lies.
Without feelings of whether
we have hidden the limbo
we have looked back so much
that the past has caught up with us
This voracious amendment
will wallow in our traumas
where innocence is
immeasurable before our eyes
always trying to hide
in the house of the weak.
Listen to our desire
to remain in the inclemency of the world.
Bury this tooth in his jaw
and you will know what your destiny is
spit in his most humiliated eye
and you will know what his name is.
We have arrived without faith
staggering in confusion
and we have left hungry
without even being able to digest
the air that covers us
laments of starvation
without being able to understand at last.
Hunger in the soul
Inner hunger
Hunger in the soul
Hunger in me.