El Triste

A kid
Thirteen
Years old
Who's gonna
Learn
About life
However
Very early
He would climb
On the mules
To scratch
The little flowers
Heading
To the mountains
He would go
With a little gun
Strapped
It was
His only
Company
His father
Got sick
And there was
No money
For medicine
Time passed
And he
Grew up
He became
An expert
In the hustle
And there were
Many
Acres
That he
Produced
In the hill
But
One day
Unexpectedly
The good
Chelana
Left us
He was
His older
Brother
And they took
His life
Of the things
That he never
Forgets

He's not
Bad
He's not
Good
His name
Is
César
Moreno
Like
The sad one
Known
In the mountains
Of Guerrero
Life
Hasn't been
Easy
But
Here
He continues
Fearlessly

And although
He went
To school
Little
He has
A bright mind
He learned
To add
Nicely
And he got
The hang
Of climbing
He had
To risk
His life
And he dared
To cross
The line
There
In North
Carolina
Is where
He woke up
One day
And shortly after
He was
Traveling
The country
Money
Isn't
Everything
That
Is clear
But when
There's no
Money for
Tacos
No one
Lends
A hand
For the good
Of their pups
He works
Without rest
So they
Don't suffer
What
He suffered
As a kid
Because
He started
From the bottom

He's not
Bad
He's not
Good
His name
Is
César
Moreno
Like
The sad one
Known
In the mountains
Of Guerrero
Life
Hasn't been
Easy
But
Here
He continues
Fearlessly