They say revolution is born from the wound

And I have a talent

for always tearing off scabs.

For drinking my own blood

Eating my own flesh

I would set myself on fire,

just so I could watch myself burn.

Oh mother,
I was born to make love with the earth.

To be a creature.
I was born to give birth to worlds.

I was not born to know what I am,
only to be what I am.

Oh mother,
I was born to give birth to worlds.

Wounds need sunlight.

Wounds need air.

Wounds need to breathe.

It was with them that I learned to eat.

I made myself Atalaia,

a high mountain from which one can see.

The whole world would fit inside my womb

if they didn't squeeze it out of me.