Tránsit

Under a black veil of smoke

the valley of anxiety opens

concrete blocks and cement

the saintly herb, the boxes of detergent

in this valley of asphalt and lead

chili, tortilla and salt to eat

at xochimilco lake

I imagine a golden eagle...

down the Zaragoza exit,

by the houses with grey walls,

between the patios, the clotheslines

the country's new clothes

being forged by hands and labor

stone on stone, the construction

from the province, I brought a dream

to this big lake, city of the Sun

I cry for my beloved homeland

because I am so far away

with a saddened soul

I also cry for her

the one who is lost

and I, lost for her

Tooth and tooth, blood with blood

valley of lead, mistaken machine

crazy with asphalt

dust, rain, thunders from the pay-off commission

little scares you

little you like

everything you swallow

everything you blame

stone with stone

data with data

what is the bar code on your epitaph?

Tooth and tooth, blood with blood

no one responds for these streets

in the distance, the electric cables

make a nest of travelling shadows

and at the corners all the dead

the drains steal your dreams

from millions, a rain of tears

from their enchantments and frustrations

Between the stones of a dead lake,

the lament of a city is heard

another colony extends itself

another family, no salary and no home

but the plant keeps blooming,

everyone struggles to win each day,

we all enjoy life for a while,

transit passes, comes and goes