CHILANGA

Still she remembers the days
  when an immense figure
    covered the sun,
      and the roofs where unseen
        but the name hospital 
          was painted in the front door
Still she can feel the solitude of
  those dark nights
    full of shadows
      without protection 
        for a flower, no life no sun
Still she cries in the corner of her mind
  let's her tears run all over
    like if they were waves that could
      wash and erase every scar in her body
Still she fights, letting an inside light
  her only light, shine within
And she remembers how quiet it got
in the still of a night
and she looked upon her reflection
in a liquid mirror, without words
or explanation..every tear had a reason
every scar had a memory, and this mirror
only reflected her dreams...
Still she remembers her ancestors
  Back in what they used to call tenochtitlan
Still she has an azteca heart sleeping awaiting
  for the moment, when she will be born 
    in strange lands