José Luis Ayala
It Rains In Peru
It rains in Peru and my heart smokes.
It rains in the eyes of absent country
on his clay shoulders
and my bones crack of melancholy.
It rains in America
in my childhood and stoves of children
that the wind wanted to stark.
It rains in distant communities
where my weeping rolled to precipices.
It rains and does not stop raining in the pacha mama*.
But that infinite rain
will never erase the covered blood face of Peru.
* Pacha mama. - In aymara means mother earth.
Translation by Nicolás Suescún