



22×30″
56x76cms
Acompáñame al bosque niño padre
quiero mostrarte un fruto, lo que hiciste de tu tierra.
Deja tu cuerpo reposar cien abriles de leche tibia, entre gotas de sal, frijol y molienda.
Deja las cuentas y las hojas y tu pecho rosa al cuidado de sinsontes.
Deja todo, mira lo que hiciste de tu tierra.
To the Child Father (Poetic translation from the original Spanish)
……………………
Come with me to the forest, child-father,
I want to show you a fruit—what you made of your land.
Let your body rest a hundred springs in warm milk, among drops of salt, beans, and grinding stone.
Leave the numbers, the leaves, and your rose-colored chest in the care of mockingbirds.
Leave it all. Look—see what you made of your land.