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Plea

Don't tell my father I died today Wouldn't want him feeling sad Wouldn't want him waiting by the door Wouldn't want his kisses scattered around the floor Don't tell my father I died today Wouldn't want him sitting by himself Wouldn't want him listening to my mother yell Wouldn't want him dying a little each day Don't tell my father I died today Wouldn't want him struggling to find himself Wouldn't want him starting a conversation that never ends Wouldn't want him wondering how to love himself Don't tell my father I died today Wouldn't want him waiting by the door Wouldn't want him feeling incomplete Wouldn't want him wondering what to eat Don't tell my father I died today Wouldn't want him reading to himself Wouldn't want him wondering how to be a man Wouldn't want him to forget the meaning of his name Don't tell my father I died today Wouldn't want him finding loneliness

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Un Nacho mutilado Un diccionario de concreto Una sombrilla sin sol Un 4 por la educación Un lápiz sin guía Un maestro sin voz Un cuaderno fantasma Un senado de sordos Una lucha que sigue pariendo amarillo...

Overtime

Working overtime not with my kids but for my kids So they can get those fancy things I never had Working overtime at the factory Gluing earrings to decorate selective hearings Microwaving my dreams from 6 to 10 Wishing dollars grew out of my arroz con coco I was promised Working overtime to spend a week swimming in gold At the all inclusive Bávaro-Something Waving my drink at las sexy bailarinas Inciting one more yola trip to Puerto Rico Ay! Bendito! Working overtime to watch my telenovelas Going to the bank to realize that casi everything is translated For my convenience The Government must really love me! Working overtime to bring back palito de coco for my co-worker Only to see him cortandome los ojos because se le subió el Padrejón Malagradecio abombao deguabinao My mother told me que no me juntara con degraciao Working overtime to remember that in twenty years I will be in Jarabacoa Cogiendo freco en una hamaca And this will all be a nightmare al estilo de

Moretón

Llegaron los herederos de la nada Peinando sus escopetas sobre sus canillas planchadas Llegaron los veladores Karma-clasistas-vakanos Rompe-huesos-certificados Llegaron los marinovios Boxeadores entrenados desde el vientre posicionados Llegaron los rompe-pecho Super machos masculinos Llegaron los destructores celestes Con sus dedos de machetes Llegaron y no se van

Los Biónicos

Nosotros los hijos de Tatica Nosotros los condimentados Nosotros los chicharrones ambulantes Nosotros que somos un yacimiento de Larimar en todo el mundo Nosotros los pilones Nosotros los niños con espinas en los pies Nosotros que no sabemos nadar Nosotros los bailadores Nosotros los macaraos Nosotros los sueñostraficantes Nosotros los comediantes Nosotros los bebedores Nosotros los comerciantes Nosotros los de la esquina Nosotros los quema gomas Nosotros los Villamán de San Francisco de Macorís Nosotros los pica pollo Nosotros los tiguerasos Nosotros los cobradores Nosotros los prestamitas Nosotros los empeña liquadoras Nosotros "maíz, maíz" Nosotros