31.10.2021
Up in the Mountain Range
What do you know about the mountain rangeif you were born so far away?
You have to know the stone
that crowns the blizzard place1
you have to walk quietly through
the shortcuts of silence
and cross the shores
of the lakes in the top of the peaks
my father walked his life
among stones and hills.
The white widow on his rump
the curse of the muleteer
led my old man that night
to steal other people's livestock
next to the Atacalpo lake
at the entrance of winter
they asked him with blows
and he answered with silence
the mountain guards
nailed his cross to where the wind was blowing.
Los Angeles, Santa Fe
were names to hell
to my house came
the law looking for the cattle thief
my mother hid her face
when he didn't return from the hill
and up in the mountain range
the night was entering his bones
he who was so man and alone
carried death in his herding.
We crossed today
with a good herd
up in the mountain range
not even the wind saw us pass
with so much pride he would love me
if now he was able to know.
But only the wind knows
where my old man slept
with his poor man's sorrow
and two bullets in his chest.
- 1. the top of the mountain