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Tomorrow, today, in your steps a silence, an astonishment of hopes like a major air: a light, a moon, a worn-out moon, a moon from hand to hand, from bell to bell!
Natal mother, fist of hardened oats, dry and bloody planet of heroes!
Who? by roads, who, who, who? in shadows, in blood, who? in a flash, who, who? Ashes fall, fall, iron and stone and death and weeping and flames, who, who, mother, who, where?
Furrowed motherland, I swear that in your ashes you will be born like a flower of eternal water,
I swear that from your mouth of thirst will come to the air the petals of bread, the spilt inaugurated flower. Cursed, cursed, cursed be those who with ax and serpent came to your earthly arena, cursed those who waited for this day to open the door of the dwelling to the Moor and the bandit: what have you achieved? Bring, bring the lamp, see the soaked earth, see the blackened little bone eaten by the flames, the garment of murdered Spain.