Sixty

We are from the border

like the sun that is born there

behind the eucalyptus

shines all day

above the river

and goes to sleep there

beyond the Rodrígueses’ house.

From the border like the moon

that makes the night nearly day

resting its moonlight

on the banks of the Cuareim.

Like the wind

that makes the flags dance

like the rain

carries away their shacks

together with ours.

All of us are from the border

like those birds

flying from there to here

singing in a language

everyone understands.

We came from the border

we go to the border

like our grandparents and our children

eating bread that the Devil kneaded

suffering in this end of the world.

We are the border

more than any river and more

way more

than any bridge.