El Pibe Tigre
Almafuerte
The Tiger Kid
Tomorrow is already here
And without shrinking,
the kid goes off pedaling
to work
Breakfast mate from origin
He chewed something; lit a cigarette
and walked away.
To earn a bone as a laborer,
from a foreign snout that buys the country.
And then melts it.
Making the kid who stows.
I saw him return, late and broken.
From his daily battle;
turned into a song today.
He smiled upon entering.
Had some food.
Left what he earned on the table, and lay down.
He prayed to God before sleeping
to be hired, thus obtaining
the benefits of being, an effective by law.
Tomorrow is already here.
The kid wakes up,
hopeful he goes again.
Hard on the pedal, blowing a firm.
His dreams are of social work,
until he sees.
Accreditors, stirring.
The empty shed; the cops and the judge.
And to those who say that he,
carried the melt yesterday.
An officer takes the kid.
As involved in the mess that erupted
And in his native country of origin,
the gringo snout lands with the bunch.
Come on, sing kid!
says the thug.
Where is the melt?
Who took it?
Once free he returned,
not the same. Not anymore.
They beat him mercilessly, until he fell,
to be kicked, until he died.
The tiger kid from
Carlos Gardel neighborhood.
He was buried in a closed coffin,
he was mourned.
As he was dismembered as a donor,
the tiger kid from Carlos Gardel neighborhood.
Why is it, that this is still
possible to be?
