Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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
Wouldn't want him driving to this grave
Wouldn't want him meeting me this way
So please, don't tell my father I died today

Monday, November 14, 2011

4%

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...

Friday, November 4, 2011

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 Freddy Krueger or Uncle Sam
Que no es lo mismo pero es igual

Working overtime to pay my bills
Working overtime to largarme de aquí
Working overtime to realized that 20 years have passed me by.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

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

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

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