vengo viniendo.

vengo viniendo.

vengo venir, sin nada que añadir.
¿como se dice lo que no se habla,
en una tierra lejana,
que a veces ni se le entiende
lo que esta escrito
en la pared?

el mar no se acaba
pero el agua pa’ beber si, y
con ácidos esta cayendo
del cielo.
¿y quien se la ira tomar?-
pues el pobre indígena
que vive lejos de la cuidad
porque a el no le venden
agua embotellada.
todavía no ha llegado
la gran tecnología
con su civilización
de armas y guerras
tan avanzadas con sus
computadoras.
pero a el pobre no le
falta nada,
solo que el rico lo deje
trabajar
sin tanto chingar, sin tanto hostigar,
sin tanto robar, sin tanto robar.
porque al final, al pobre no se
le deja nada.
no le dejan nada.

vengo, viniendo y no traigo nada
mas que unos sueños
y unas pocas hojas de papel con poemas
que no dicen nada.
mas bien despegan mi pobre alma.
y por aquí todo con calma
que no esta pasando aquí nada.

no mas lo que sobra.
no mas lo que sobra.
yo por eso estoy con los zapatistas.
desde chicago,
me alineo con el indígena
que al fin y al cabo
mi piel esta igual de morena.
con tanto que decir
pero sin palabras para hablar.
el mar es tan profundo
que no dejo de soñar
en otro mundo
con mas justicia
y libertad verdadera-
no cualquiera porquería
que nos quieran vender
por la tele.

vengo, viniendo y no traigo nada
mas que unos sueños
y unas pocas hojas de papel con poemas
que no dicen nada.
mas bien despegan mi pobre alma.
y por aquí todo con calma
que no esta pasando aquí nada.

yo me quedo con los míos.
tu te quedas con los tuyos,
y al final nos quedamos
todos solos y aislados.
porque no mejor diseñar
un mundo en donde se puedan
vivir los dos-
los tuyos y los míos.

vengo, viniendo y no traigo nada
mas que unos sueños
y unas pocas hojas de papel con poemas
que no dicen nada.
mas bien despegan mi pobre alma.
y por aquí todo con calma
que no esta pasando aquí nada.

05.12.14.

 
 
 

i come, am coming.

i’ve come while coming without anything to add.
how does one say what we do not speak,
on a far away land,
where sometimes, we can’t even understand
what is written
on the wall.

the sea never ends,
but our drinking water will, and
with acids, it’s falling
from the sky.
and who’ll drink it then?-
well the poor indigenous
that live far from the city
because they do not sell
bottled water to them yet.
this great technology
has yet to arrive
with its civilization
of weapons and wars
so advanced with its
computers.
but the poor don’t really
need more,
but for the rich to let
them work
without always bothering, without always harassing,
without always robbing, without so much theft.
because in the end, the poor
are left with nothing.
nothing is left for them.

i come, am coming, and i bring nothing
except for some dreams,
and a few sheets of paper with poems
that don’t say anything,
but rather unglue my poor soul.
around here, everything with calm
because nothing is happening.

just what is left over.
just what is left over.
that’s why i’m with the zapatistas.
from chicago,
i align with the indigenous
because in the end
my skin is just as brown.
with so much to say,
but without words to speak.
the sea is so deep
that i can’t stop dreaming
of another world
with more justice
and true freedom-
not any kind of junk
that they want to sell us
on tv.

i come, am coming, and i bring nothing
except for some dreams,
and a few sheets of paper with poems
that don’t say anything,
but rather unglue my poor soul.
around here, everything with calm
because nothing is happening.

i will stay with mine.
you will stay with yours,
and in the end, we’re left
all alone and isolated.
why not rather design
a world in which
both can live-
all of yours and mine.

i come, am coming, and i bring nothing
except for some dreams,
and a few sheets of paper with poems
that don’t say anything,
but rather unglue my poor soul.
around here, everything with calm
because nothing is happening.

english translation 11.20.15.

Translations.

So here are the translations for Cuando Las Leyes Se Escriben and Quien Se Acuerda, which some readers requested. The originals in Spanish were posted on July 10.

Quien Se Acuerda?:

Who Remembers?

Who remembers when we were?
Who remembers what we were?
What we are?
Will continue being?

Like a wave from the sea,
Or a rolling stone
That on the journey is found.
Like a breeze from the wind,
A caress and a kiss
From the planet and universe,
An instant and a moment
Well it’s the same thing
If our love is eternal.

You want me.
I want you.
I love you.
You love me,
And like birds, both of us,
Grow out wings
So as to no become entangled
Amongst the vines
Of our garden.

Until we become
Oxygen for both of us
To survive,
To be able to exist.

Without you I don’t want to go on.

You have me.
I have you,
And that’s how we’ll go on
Like waves from the sea
Or rolling stones
That on the journey found each other.

Who remembers when we were?
Who remembers what we were?
When what we are,
Will continue being
Is the only thing that matters.

And our little family.

07.02.14 Translated 07.15.14

Cuando Las Leyes Se Escriben:

When Laws Are Written

Look, look how it falls,
The people cower,
And the lie stretches itself.
The lie stretches out.

There must not be room here
For all of the people
To exist
Always united?

Oh what a world, so confused.
We want to live in peace,
But with so many wars-
Well, we can’t anymore.

And where will we fit
Within this system without brakes?
Where will we end
If we’ve never been taken into account
When the laws are written
And they get invented?

Look, look how it falls,
The people cower,
And the lie stretches itself.
The lie stretches out.

I didn’t come,
They brought me here,
And I didn’t choose where I was born.
I am a citizen of the world.

I decide
How I identify myself,
In which language I explain myself,
And with what tongue I describe
The universe, which I explore
While I’m dreaming and awake.

While I’m dreaming and awake,
I go out and navigate
With a pen and a thousand words,
With my eyes like a camera,
So I don’t forget.
So I won’t now forget.

Look, look how it falls,
The people cower,
And the lie stretches itself.
The lie stretches out.

07.09.14 Translated 07.15.14