What belong to us (Eugenio Montejo)

Your is the time in which your body goes
with the tremor of the world,
the time, not your body.
Your body was already here, lying under the sun, dreaming;
it woke up with you one morning
when the earth wanted.

Your is the sense of touch in the hands, not the hands;
the light that you get in the eyes, not the eyes;
perhaps a tree, a bird that you watch,
the rest is borrowed.
What the earth gives will remain here,
belong to the earth.

We just brought the time to be alive
between the lightning and the wind;
the time in which your body turns with the world,
this day, the exclamation in front of the miracle;
the flame that burns with the candle, not the candle,
the nothing from which everything is suspended
- that belong to us.
(translation: g.c.)