LIFE
Life, I heard your music;
I trusted you.
I held you tenderly
in my small, dark hands
reaching high to my gods
far beyond the wind, the ice,
the white summits in the Andes.
I believed in hope,
in the light of the Southern Cross,
in the peaceful destiny that awaits
the roaring Bio Bio - -
the blessed river of love.
(Following its broken bed,
I left the valleys of my past
and yearned to find,
inside the storming oceans of my soul,
songs to praise
the suffering and the passion,
the apples and the serpents
of Life.)
To you I sang because I believed
in endless love beyond oblivion.
But now my youth has deserted me,
and you don't listen to
my faltering voice;
you don't caress my wrinkled skin;
my tired hands cannot hold you up,
nor my sagging arms embrace you,
or my barren womb give you sons.
And love falls crashing past my heart
like an eternal curse
upon the music of my spirit.
LIfe, O Life!,
since I cannot love you
here, now, and enjoy the beauty
of a peaceful breath,
I'll set free my decaying body,
my aching soul,
and I'll make love
with Death
Daniel Campos