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.
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
she said this
if you destroy the indigenous woman
you destroy the indigenous memory
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
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
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
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
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
en el momento que cruzamos la esperanza.
somos las luces del dia. abierto para la posibilidad.
que nuestras lenguas son nuestras alas.
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
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
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.
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
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