Saturday, June 02, 2007

I’m moving on

and you are yours and I’m mine,

I’ll see you somewhere in my dreams.

I’m moving on,

so thanks for all the memories

B.B. King

I

Una mujer,

al escribir en su diario

las preguntas de la noche,

busca la luna entre sus piernas

y encuentra la súplica

de conservar el aroma.

Una niña,

en su manía de la nostalgia,

juega a suicidarse

porque la vida no es sencilla.

II

La pequeña mano

herida por el vacío,

la espalda donde las alas

se negaron a brotar,

la mirada impaciente

por el miedo en mis ojos,

ninfeta bajo mis sábanas,

escurridiza en el abrazo

para ir en busca de la tarde.

III

Hoy,

mientras eres una calle

donde me ahogan los ojos,

pienso en lo que fuiste:

origen de la memoria,

crucero donde vendí mi alma.

Monday, May 28, 2007

La raza, by Kid Frost


(verse 1)

Quihubo aquí estoy and i'm soy kid frost

Yo soy jefe matón yes the big boss

A pocos lowly

Is for da balas

I'm puttin' in your face and u won't say 'nada'

Vatos cholos you call as what you will

You say we are assessins si u wanna kill

Is it my brother be a nastyboy and go

Si en da street hold all betters

Chicanos and a brand i proud

Guantes chingazos simon se desquitan

Rigth now in the dirt

What's da matter? are you afraid, you gonna get hurt?

I'm with my homeboys, --- my camaradas

Keepin' back my millaje, y pa mi no vale nada

Yo soy chingón ese

Like al caponne ese

Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me

Some of you don't know what's happenin' que pasa

Now for you, give me, wait...

Cuz this is for la raza...

(chorus)

This for la raza, raza... (x 2)

(verse 2)

The form to i'm speakin' is not descaro

Y sabes que loco? yo soy muy malo

Tu no sabes nada y yo vienes haloh

Beginin' in the head to many times with the palos

Still you are trying to act cool, with that shit no

It's so cool, i'm the cool, you are culo

Is just the big we can takin' and ever

... you're the lava

Your own barrio isn't backin' wa

Be just lookin' your ass

And call to your prover

And so i'm lookin' aleft es lo que pasa...

He he... yeah... this is for la raza...

Raza, raza...

(verse 3)

Crusin' en la calle, i hate for the bolo

No want to go with me, so i have to go solo

And when i go out alone... attack

I touch all that cheladas when i don't wanna absttrack

Everytime that i pack my piss, i pull all that quick

All the nazis desease

Just like a song when the 18 bullet

Got my finger on a triker, i'm not afraid to pull it

If this bara had a not say 'mafiosos'

When you pull it away, no seas stupid, eres baboso

Si en then don't you know what's happenin' que pasa... yeah...

This is for la raza...

Raza... (x 2)

Kid Frost