Mujer Frontera (part. Alba Florés, Ana Tijoux)
No tiene manos para curar heridas
No tiene piernas para cruzar la vida
No tiene ojos que le lean el alma
Ni tiene oídos para abrazar palabras
No tiene pechos para quemar el aire
Ni tiene ganas que otro cuerpo le baile
Y lleva atados muñecas y tobillos
Quiere ser ave, pero no encuentra nido
Y no quiere vivir
Y no quiere morir
Es mujer frontera es horizonte
Es una autopista que separa sur y norte
Es un trabalenguas en tu boca
Es dos hemisferios es lugar de maniobra
Es punto y seguido, pero a parte
Es túnel eterno es hielo en pecho y se hace arte
Es punto y aparte pero sigue
Es la cuerda floja que se tensa en el declive
Tiene un vacío que le arruga la frente
Es un espejo del llanto de la gente
Tiene dos muelas herencia de su abuelo
Que por las noches pelean contra el miedo
Y tiene crisis si se moja los dedos
Pero quisiera ahogarse en un desierto
Quiere ser polvo mucho antes que ser nada
Y ser despojo mucho antes que olvidada
Y no quiere vivir
Y no quiere morir
Es mujer frontera es horizonte
Es una autopista que separa sur y norte
Es un trabalenguas en tu boca
Es dos hemisferios es lugar de maniobra
No tenía nombre
No tenía edad
Llevaba los años de la libertad
Caía la guerra
Con toda su fuerza
Mientras mi madre cruzaba esta tierra
Antes que el mundo fuera de piedra
Antes que los muros fueran la vergüenza
Antes que el cielo llorara sin tregua
Y el piso gritara por las mil muertas
Hermana amigas y compañera
Atravesando lejana frontera
Pero la vida jamás se destierra
Siempre se lleva donde se quiera
Plantar un mundo
Con miles de frutos
Donde quepamos
Todas o ninguno
Mujer del borde
Mujer del norte del sur
Mujer sin pasaporte
Mujer del borde
Mujer del norte del sur
Mujer sin
Border Woman (feat. Alba Florés, Ana Tijoux)
She has no hands to heal wounds
She has no legs to cross life
She has no eyes to read her soul
Nor does she have ears to embrace words
She has no breasts to burn the air
She has no desire for another body to dance with her
And she carries tied wrists and ankles
She wants to be a bird, but she can't find a nest
And she doesn't want to live
And she doesn't want to die
She is a border woman, she is a horizon
She is a highway that separates south and north
She is a tongue twister in your mouth
She is two hemispheres, a place of maneuver
She is a full stop, but also a part
She is an eternal tunnel, ice in the chest and becomes art
She is a full stop, but she continues
She is the tightrope that tightens in the decline
She has an emptiness that wrinkles her forehead
She is a mirror of people's tears
She has two molars inherited from her grandfather
That fight against fear at night
And she has a crisis if she wets her fingers
But she would like to drown in a desert
She wants to be dust long before being nothing
And to be a remnant long before being forgotten
And she doesn't want to live
And she doesn't want to die
She is a border woman, she is a horizon
She is a highway that separates south and north
She is a tongue twister in your mouth
She is two hemispheres, a place of maneuver
She had no name
She had no age
She carried the years of freedom
The war fell
With all its force
While my mother crossed this land
Before the world was made of stone
Before the walls were a shame
Before the sky cried without respite
And the ground screamed for the thousand dead
Sister friends and companions
Crossing distant borders
But life is never banished
It is always taken wherever one wants
Planting a world
With thousands of fruits
Where we all fit
Or none
Border woman
Woman from the north of the south
Woman without a passport
Border woman
Woman from the north of the south
Woman without