sábado, 22 de septiembre de 2018
Gárgaras
y a devorarlo todo,
vino a a traer un estado
en un vagón donde no se entiende nada.
Es un chorro de agua
por donde bajan las lágrimas de dios,
invocado por la danza
y la insulsez humana.
Vino a burlarse de todos,
de los que se creen las historias
que les vengan a contar.
Salen a cazarla con rifles y escopetas
mientras ella recuerda a Guy Deborg
"El aburrimiento nunca es la chispa de alguna revolución."
Escampa y merma ese sonido que emana su garganta,
sale el sol y se deslumbra su sonrisa permanente;
que incredula nos observa desde arriba,
siempre.
viernes, 21 de septiembre de 2018
¿Grito o silencio?
martes, 5 de junio de 2018
Kite
I will crash into the ground,
please keep me up here,
I'm just a dot in the sky.
I need you to cause some dragging.
Have you ever flown a Kite?
martes, 1 de mayo de 2018
Subtle
We are a subtle country (yes no matter if we are a colony, we are a place with a culture). We are almost an invisible island with an history –cause not many people care enough or maybe news never leave the shore–and a very deep and intense one.
Our fights are censored, so ours beliefs. Music has always been our medium for rebellion, we're lousy rebels, we are Taino (if there's something left In out blood), Africans, Spanish, Portuguese, French, Holland, Germans, English, Chinese, Japanese, Korean and many more (maybe there's more in our lyrics than bane words) .
We've been fighting for centuries against two empires, we are brave, we are talented, we are very, very intelligent (one of the most says the science).
We are like that apology: "If a tree falls on a forest and no one heard it. Did it make.a sound?" We are subtle because no one in the world knows what the heck it's going on in this island.