#Bordercanto

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The bodies they burnt

they keep burning

they keep burying

underneath the border rubble. they hide the ghosts with no names.

they turn the soil over and imagine what it must be like to fall into the houses of smoking mirrors

tescatlipocatl is reconsidering these notions. to find some hope. underneath the esperanza

the bodies keep melting

in the soot of burnt rubber. layers of trucks of gasolina

layers of trucks of mass media. hiding underneath the rubble

no me digas tu nombre. ya desaparecio. por todos lados.

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these are the herstories burnt. uncovered.

underneath the institutions. hiding names. hiding faces. hiding in the mirrors

these are the hopes burning. hiding hope. hiding names. hiding indigenous memory

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she said this

if you destroy the indigenous woman

you destroy the indigenous memory

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the are creations stories still waiting to resurrect

open your sharpie and your spray paint

look for the walls and the papers with no names

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i will walk this earth with this on my wings

i will walk with this earth hoping to re-member

i am the waking light of possibility

i am nothing

i am the esperanza of rumi, wordworth, saul williams

zach de la rocha, sandra cisneros y las flechas de obsidiana

esperando

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in this heart of the sky

i am reborn underneath concrete of east l.a.

in the heart of the earth

my jalisco madre paints the walls

colors of the barrio she’s jumped over

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in the face of tomorrow

i am waiting for the ghosts of our grandparents

waiting for somebody else to re-ignite the possibility

that we are endless hope

8

we cross the borders to cross the possibility

that we will not find war. but this border is border

as borders are war. as the names of the dissappeared are war

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en el momento que cruzamos la esperanza.

somos las luces del dia. abierto para la posibilidad.

que nuestras lenguas son nuestras alas.

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cuando se abre el sol

tu recibes las luces que cruzan

en tu corazon. para que ya no tengas

ninguna duda que eres hecho de barrio

barro luz y las aguas del sol

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somos los que se nos olvidaron. somos la mirada

de tantos barcos abiertos por la cuidad

se van callendo todo los ojos de los ninos

que estan viendo la frontera

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there are dreams inside these borders

passed being american. passed being mexican.

passed being the hope of conclusion. passed

being the possibility to open up the conversation

to some real treason. we are waiting for others to form

it for us.

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somos la esperanza. along the practice of become

somebody elses song. we become the possibility

that we are just waiting for the hope to come home

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the border is hope. the border is possiblity. the border

is death. the border is arms cut and legs get. the border

is dreams the border is american dollars. the border is something

else for someone on the other side of the ocean. the border

is caught. the tongue is caught. the hope is awakening.

the border is waiting. the border is open. the border is possiblity.

the border is many tongues conversating. the border is waiting.

the border is done for. the border needs possiblity. the border needs

spiritual freedom. the border is waiting. the border is oceans

the border is the name of the people. the border is war. the border

is possibility that its in the wrong place. the border is caught.

tongue dripping inside chance and change. the border is breaking.

the border is hoping. the border is open. the border is breathing.

the border is imagining. the border is collapsing. the border is hoping.

the border is esperanza. the border got caught on your dress. the border

is breathing. the border is possibility. the border is breaking. the border

is imagining. the border is possibility. the border is breaking song. the border

is conclusion. collision. the border is possibility. where are the roots of your problem.

the border is conclusion. the border is empty. the border is all the bodies caught

on the fence. symphony. echoes of this life. the border is breaking the sounds

that you are . waiting to become oceans.  you are. waiting for the possibility.

waiting for the sound. waiting for the hope. waiting for someone else to unveil

what is this journey called. the power of hope. waiting for the possibility that we

can no longer hide this border song. the border is possibility. the border is hybrid

hope. the border is conditions. the border is conditioned. the border is conditioning

our pysche your talk. our tongue. to believe. its there waiting. imagining. reinterpreting.

we are the possibility. of waiting and waking journies . we are waiting. and walking

and waiting for the possibility that we are going to become something else. something

worth living and dying for. something that is hear in everything. the border is breaking.10405516_10153195445873302_7744392466527550174_n

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