Pueblo and the sky, were one with me tonight,
With our hair cut, at the scalp, a scalp for two.
Pueblo, do not fret, I’ve not another time to lose more than,
life itself is presenting a hardship so heavy
Heavily, I breath in all the ocean, wish away my conscience,
all thought begins to fade.
Pueblo and my chest, were heaving above the light of a,
sun which never had emerged from me.
