Having my left ear stuck
To the brother earth
Where memories of my ancestors
Lie buried deep down
I covered myself with the creek
A rock was my pillow
The wind, like a mother
Took me in his arms
Whispering stories
When they took me down
From the heavy crucifix
I used to bear
My soul has gone to the springs
Washed the face, the hands
Then, I was fed
With the ribs
Of another Eve
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