We are sitting in the dining room.
I love the way the sound your oxygen makes
changes
when you bring the cup of coffee up against your face.
Can you put some more coffee in? you say laughing, Como que me lo hiciste muy ligero...
The door crashes open. I forgot to lock us in tight
Comrades, show us the valuables and we wont harm you, he shouts
Guns pointing every which way
Oblivious, I reach for the crystal vase and throw it at him
I miss, there is glass everywhere
No one moves
No se lo esperaban
Tengo un problema, les digo, y creo que son los perfectos para ayudarme.
Ya calmados, se sientan en el sillon.
Her stories are running through my head
Of men who go shopping for their women,
Of a woman who dresses like a man, impossible to call her Laurita
Of the men who whistle when you walk down the street, the shame and the fear
Of 20% of the country piled up in one green house of a valley
No me siento Mexicana, y me da mucha pena
Por que? me dice, Como vas a ser algo que no eres, algo que nunca has sido?
But I was!
I would run and jump and beg them to take me to the cerrito
The cerrito!
I wouldn't understand myself if I met me now
I have always been a patriot sin patria...
Oh, and comrades, can we lose the soviet symbols please, they're getting overused.
I wheel your chair down the hall,
No corres, me vas a quitar las narizes
Si abuela
Deja los platos con agua, porque si no vienen las cucarachas
Si abuela
Lift your leg abuela,
Ok, now the other one. No, abuela, the other one.
You fall asleep with the tv on, the city still churning beneath our feet.
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