Wintertime Cold and blackout time People are starving Thirsty and without a dime.
Pandemic time as well As panic time No light to heat Food in freezer Has gone bad Since yesterday.
There should be a distance Between people Covid is still at large Yet forced we are Abandoning our shelters For food supplies And anything That might warm us up. Since what we had is perished Due to lack of light.
But… It’s not just us It’s the whole community We are all suffering The big board game The untouchables are playing. We’re mere pieces To toss and turn To give some light Or to freeze to death.
Zone of disaster we are called Yet I see all of those big houses With brilliant lights. They tell us to unplug everything They tell us to keep a low temperature In our thermostat. They tell us is our fault!
Yet… I see those big houses With Christmas lights I see the businesses Having their best time.
Is it just me? Or is this Just another political gamble Just another way to torture The masses in order To win some big bucks The old way…
As I was waiting at the international border a thunder was heard, A flock of birds flew from below. It was not just a blast and silence, But an echo that went for miles in violence. And you might say… How would you know? It was the movement of the birds, wouldn’t you say so? Soon after, a group of teenagers came running to Mexico. Some were white, others were black, and a few were brunette, But the Asian one got my attention, For he came walking with no perturbation.
That got me thinking… how deep are our borders? Some are for intruders, others for robbers, Others for the undocumented and the unwanted, Then again, those are but physical borders. What about our internal borders? They seem to be constructed since our childhood.
Some were born from our parents views over the years, Yet others were born from our very own fears. People seem to be walking in between walls, Some are much more equipped than most of us. I guess it’s because of their jobs. Some others are just for show, Maybe because of their internal disputes Over their own glow, And let’s not forget the glasslike ones, They show themselves as they are; However, you can’t even leave a speck, Or else they’ll wipe it on the spot… Others are spotless, but internal screams will echo within. I sometimes wonder which is my border, have you?
Naciste para contemplar a la gente pasar Aunque poco se de tí, puedo decir Que emanas riquezas difíciles de olvidar. Te han llamado El pase ferrocarril de San Antonio y Arcansas.
Mas con el paso de los años despues de ver un sinfin de historias de paso, Subiste a ser La comandancia municipal. Imagino, que viste una infinidad de injusticias Y decidiste tomar las cartas en tus manos Y no solo dejarlas al azar convirtiéndote en corte municipal.
Hoy, mi paso es solo una estrella fugaz De muchos otros destellos que haz visto pasar. Cada que paso, contemplo tu vestido estilo España Colonial Con color sutil a coral y detalles aperlados que te hacen ver casi surreal. Tus pendientes de fierro que alumbran tu belleza arquitectural Y no olvidemos tu broche de oro Insignia de valor y tesoro histórico nacional. Orgullo de nuestra ciudad.
Te he nombrado quinceañera Porque te veo en plena juventud, Por nuestras historias compartidas Alegrías, deseos y anhelos, Sueños que quedan inscritos en fotografía De jovencitas esperando su presentación Oficial ante la sociedad. Y de padres anhelando que sus hijas, tengan una vereda sin espinas al los años pasar.
Bella arquitectura Monumento sin igual Atraes al que pase Escondiendo tus detalles Detrás de esas hojas Abanico singular.