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La canción buena Escucho atentamente la melodía en mi pecho, buscando la letra que a este son dé sentido, para que pueda ser sentido; siempre tiene la gente una queja en los labios, peor que interferencia en la radio que no me deja oír mi canto ¡Calla mundo, mundo calla! Corta la fiesta fachera y las lenguas de quimera; déjame siquiera oír lo que tengo entre manos porque quiero poder decir, y no sólo por decir, sino por gritarle al viento, con juramentos, con argumentos: “Sí, esto vale para ser bailado” Yanil Sabrina Feliz Pache

Struggles When I was a tot, I really loved to play, but my papa used to say “You stay away from that child” I didn´t understood what he meant; he was pale like a ghost I was dark as the night but we both had hands and feet and we both liked candy and cars. When I was a teen, I loved a gorgeous girl, but my mama used to say “You stay away from that gal” I barely understood what she meant; her eyes were a cloudless sky, my eyes were filled with stars, and together we were a world that no one else could understand. Now in adulthood I remember what my nana used to say “My boy, things have changed” and now I understand that she was in a mistake. She said I can walk freely, for I can move among white feet, but I´m not free of their hateful looks their fear when I wear a hood and their kicks on my rear. To be afraid of the police whenever they pass by! We´re the Turkish head when everything falls apart! We, t