Choral chant for Tupac Amaru, What is freedom

They will blow him with dynamite.
As one mass, they will carry him, they will drag him.
As they beat him, will fill his mouth with gunpowder.
They will blow him up:
And they won't be able to kill him!

They will place him upside down.
Will take away his desires, his teeth and his cries.
They will kick him with all fury.
Then, they will have him bleeding:
And they will not be able to kill him!

They will crown his head with blood,
his cheekbones, with beatings. And his ribs with nails.
They will make him bite the ground.
They will beat him:
And they won't be able to kill him!

They will pull out his dreams and eyes.
They will want to massacre him cry after cry.
They will spit on him. Attempting to murder him,
They will crucify him.
And they won't be able to kill him!

They will bring him to the centre of the square,
his face up looking to the infinity.
They will tight his arms and legs up.
they will pull them apart:
And they will not be able to kill him!

They will want to blow him apart and they won't be able to blow him apart.
They will want to tear him up and they they won't be able to tear him up.
They will want to kill him and they won't be able to kill him.

They will want to dismember him, crush him,
stain him, step on him, take his soul away.

They will want to blow him apart and they won't be able to blow him apart.
They will want to tear him up and they they won't be able to tear him up.
They will want to kill him and they won't be able to kill him.

At the third day of his suffering,
when everything is believed to be consummated,
shouting: Freedom! At the ground,
he shall come back:
And they won't be able to kill him!

Carry: Cargar
Drag: Arrastrar
Gunpowder: Pólvora
Place him upside down: Colocarlo boca abajo
Take away: Quitar, llevarse
Cries: Gritos
Crown: Coronar
Cheekbones: Pómulos
Pull out: Retirar
Spit: Escupir
Attempting: Intentando (To attempt= Intentar)
Dismember: Desmembrar
Crush: Aplastar
Stain: Manchar
Tear up: Romper, hacer pedazos

Was mistaken the pigeon

Was mistaken the pigeon
She was mistaken

Because of going to the north, went to the south
She thought the wheat was water.
She was mistaken.

She thought the sea was the sky
that the night was the morning
She was mistaken.

That the stars were dew;
that the heat, the snowfall.
She was mistaken.

That your skirt was your shirt;
that your heart your home.
She was mistaken.

(She slept in the shore.
You, in the top of a branch.)


Vocabulary:
Wheat: Trigo
Dew: Rocío
Snowfall: Nevada
Shore: Orilla (de un mar, lago) / Costa, ribera
Branch: Rama

Homework

If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran
I'd throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap,
scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in
the jungle,
I'd wash the Amazon river and clean the oily Carib & Gulf of Mexico,
Rub that smog off the North Pole, wipe up all the pipelines in Alaska,
Rub a dub dub for Rocky Flats and Los Alamos, Flush that sparkly
Cesium out of Love Canal
Rinse down the Acid Rain over the Parthenon & Sphinx, Drain the Sludge
out of the Mediterranean basin & make it azure again,
Put some blueing back into the sky over the Rhine, bleach the little
Clouds so snow return white as snow,
Cleanse the Hudson Thames & Neckar, Drain the Suds out of Lake Erie
Then I'd throw big Asia in one giant Load & wash out the blood &
Agent Orange,
Dump the whole mess of Russia and China in the wringer, squeeze out
the tattletale Gray of U.S. Central American police state,
& put the planet in the drier & let it sit 20 minutes or an
Aeon till it came out clean

Vocabulary:
Throw in: Regalar, incluir
Ejemplo: Buy two bags of dog food brand Bakers and Sainsbury’s throw in one free!
Pour on: Derramar sobre
Scrub ub: Lavarse antes de una operación
Rub off: Quitar frotando/refregando
Pipelines: Tuberías de distribución (En este caso, oleoducto)
Dump: Tirar, botar
Wringer: Rodillo para escurrir la ropa (Mangle es en inglés británico)
Basin: Cuenca
Azure: Azul celeste
Cleanse: Limpiar
Suds: Espuma de jabón
Load: Carga
Wash out: Quitar lavando (una mancha) / Enjuagar
Squeeze out: Estrujar
Tattletale: Chismoso
Aeon: Siglo

XL Rime

Her hand in my hands
Her eyes in my eyes,
The lovely head
laying on my shoulder,
God knows how many times
with lazy step
we have wandered together
under the tall elms
that from her house they provide
mistery and shadow to the porch


And yesterday ... only one year ago
has flown past,
with what a exquisite grace,
with what an admirable composure,
told me when introducing us
a unofficial friend
I think somewhere
I have seen you!?
Oh, how fool
you are from the rooms
dears of good tone,
and go there to hunt
gallant confusions:
what story you have lost,
what a dish so tasty
to be devoured
sotto voce in a choir
behind the hand-held fan
of feathers and gold...!


Discreet and honest moon,
dense and tall elms,
walls of her house,
thresholds of her porch,
quiet, and that the secret
does not leave us.
Quiet, that on my behalf
I have forgotten all;
and she... she, there is no mask
similar to her face.

Vocabulary:
Elms: Olmos
Porch: Pórtico
Only: Apenas
Has flown past: Ha pasado como un soplo/volando
Composure: Aplomo/Calma
Dears: Comadres
Sotto voce: Reducir intencionadamente la voz para dar énfasis. El orador da la impresión de pronunciar involuntariamente una verdad que puede sorprender o insultar.
Choir: Coro
Hand-held fan: Abanico
Dense: Tupido
Thresholds: Umbrales
On my behalf: Por mi parte