Tinte de Cahuita

Pase caminando a la par de una arena juguetona,
salude a todos los que pasaban a mi lado,
movi mis pies al ritmo de una flauta y unas maracas,
bailé con los ojos cerrados el ritmo del calypsonian.

Me sente bajo un arbol,
logre despegar unas palabras arrastradas del guaro mañanero,
con ese hombre que esta quemado siempre,
porque siempre duerme el guaro debajo de un arbol.

Lei solitaria los brillos del agua,
senti todavia mas sola las vibraciones de una historia,
historia violada,
historia tachalla.

Apure el paso para llegar a tiempo,
al lugar donde se me pierde el tiempo,
y el ajetreo
y el movimiento.
Siempre llego al mismo lugar,
ese en el que reinan las mareas
siempre sabe a coco,
los pies estan comodos,
y el alma clarita,
todo con el tinte de Cahuita...

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Wisdom, justice and love

I come to this magnificent house of worship tonight because my conscience leaves me no other choice.A true revolution of values will lay hands on the world order and say of war: "This way of settling differences is not just." This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of people normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." (Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break Silence by Rev. Martin Luther King - 4 April 1967)