Los Futuros Murguistas
Jaime Roos
The Future Murga Performers
A shadow by the half tank
With no cash in the bag
With the hoodie on the shoulders
Hair slicked back
Studying the rehearsal
Hastening the embers
Quietly coveting
The paint and the disguise
Checking out the girls
From a January night
Calibrating the drinks
From the bar counter
The future murga performer
Scrounges a cigarette
Meanwhile they make it clear
You're not going out if you're underage
He will talk about his childhood
When the time comes
Without saying it in words
Without naming the pain
His accent will be enough
In the starry night
In the cousins' circle
With a town around
Where they come from
Where they go
The heirs of
The tradition
Listen to another voice
Whose will it be
The murga lives
No one teaches it anywhere
The kids know it
And then they want to sing
Illuminating the past
Challenging the future
Denouncing the present
With a simple ritual
The future murga performers
Will see every night
The murga rehearsing
The future carnival
There are traditions
That are deader
Than a pharaoh
Who dances the Pericón
Who asks to be given
Communion
There are others alive
In the city corners
The kids learn them
Even if they try to stop them
Illuminating the past
Challenging the future
Denouncing the present
With a simple ritual
The future murga performers
Will see every night
The murga rehearsing
The future carnival
