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native who come marching to Plaza de Mayo

The
Palliri

simplest kind of work that has

the

palliri Sitting on the cup of his own skirt, choose

eyes pieces of rock that breaks

by hammering into the ground.

(A silent night I climb the

braids and dark clay of brown hands.)

How useless would say that in their eyes

is a dark pit and a pit of absence

he could be a pastor of the clouds

and stayed in mining

he could spin his dreams for the peaks

seeing dance the spinning wheel.

The palliri not sing nor

spinning dreams.

Look at

land and head heaven

morning and afternoon

searching only silence,

and when his side

breaks it against the floor.

And do not know At times, his arms tough,

sleeps like a baby hammer iron.

MANUEL J. CASTILLA