It’s amazing what rain can do to a stained wall
Said an angel from the custodial team
To the housewives
Who every morning
Pick up the remains of god
From the dream of the working man
His how-tos leave indelible marks
Over the filthy land, openings in heaven
Illuminated, I walk to his cave
He hugs me too tight to be human
His long fingers
In a victory sign hold the sky up
I walk over the air that I breathe
I expire
And somewhere it is dawning
Everything breathes
And it’s impossible to be dead
Impossible god
With few words you created me
And I do all this
I create all this
And when I feel I’ve turned my back on the truth
I turn around
And I know it’s my love that you love

Read the original poem in Spanish here.