Prefiero America

I prefer to feel,
The arms to till the land of Marti,
To rescind the colonial pact

I prefer to feel,
Pablo tracing the rivers of the garden,
Poet crying for his dysfunctional land

I prefer to see myself fighting to live,
In a united America in freedom.
Where it is viable to give Don Quixote his timely
Funeral,
And the sun king takes revenge in his clay.

In memory of the men,
Who will wake up today.

I prefer to feel,
Marcos shouting for his emancipation,
And see a great immense Rio Grande resurge.

I prefer to see myself struggling to live,
In a land that exposes its cruelty,
Where it is viable to give the colonizer his timely
Funeral,
With Simon blurring the borders.

Today it seeks to resurge,
(what has always been in me)
It is the collapsed history,
To walk in my footsteps,
And carry my voice,
With the song of rebellion!

I prefer to feel, I prefer to believe,
To overcome the ignominy of the times,
Free once and for all!
To repeat, to reaffirm,
That the present is urgent now!