Have we not perhaps under the skin itself, a little god of fire?
Are we not a fiery mantle,
hot, lethargic, in search of heaven?
Do not want any, on arsonist attitude in the magma immolate
feverish desires?
Is not our life, a silent
lava down the mountain looking for some peace?
rock, ash, fire forgets to be fire,
that we are.
(A big hug to my compatriots Chaitén)
