Al Barrio Miasmiko

Alleys, backstreets,
Avenues, neighborhoods filled with life that cross
Coming from the edge of the sea that
Burst forth, flooding veins that cut through the
Heart of my "great" city, the paths of my
Suicidal streets are trampled and oh, oh, oh-…
Last night I saw my sky tremble, shanties, the poor,
High neighborhoods and hundreds of floods rise up
In the miasma city, blood, oozing bodies and
The asphalt can’t take the flow from Plaza 2 de
Mayo to my neighborhood, there are hundreds of –oh, oh,
Oh- streetlights standing dead without light every time
I gaze and watch the mud… I say this is my
Community unit… partly blinded by dead woods standing
That corpse is the first in the
View of my unit… there are areas in my neighborhood with
Very dark passages that intimidate people who aren’t
From here, today the rats sing their anthem and the
Skies watch us through the glass and
Spit, and my street feeds on fear
Crimson oh, oh, oh, oh collects faces without
Embroidering those young folks who fill the bars
Only talk about –oh, oh, oh-… rotten parts and
Movies, pool halls, women, beer, about
Soccer, sex, the balconies shake off the
Dream and their yawns look oh, oh, oh
…They watch the sky pass, they watch the sky die.