Ayer hoy era mañana

THE CHICANA

Yesterday today was tomorrow (Acho Estol)

I have a dark photo of your clear face,
and the imprint of your steps on the pillow.
The guide freed me, it's a fetish that already stole my past.
And I don't understand the past, where is it?
Is it hidden in old photos? Where is it?
In the past, time always lasts the same,
a bad second is a normal decade.

And they already tell me I'm crazy, the future is going to come, but it never comes.
I was born ready but the day of tomorrow is always tomorrow.

The revolution was postponed and I said nothing,
they left me a note on the table.
The commander retired, the Molotov is a vase on my window.
And the window forces us to look,
and the gaze forces us to think,
and the thought forces us to ask,
and the question cannot be answered.