Monday, September 15, 2008

Brave

The tree I choose
is not afraid to breathe
when he stands alone under
the pouring rain. From his bark
you’ll hear this song: Papi,
si no es tuyo, don’t touch.

Two kids crossed my path,
curious, innocent new trees.
Their care needs to be constant
but they’re already full of understanding.
Estos los chiquitos de mi gente:
Papi, si no es tuyo, don’t touch.

Don’t give them drugs,
or cause them pain, their hearts are tender
and trust is difficult to gain.
Papi, si no es tuyo, don’t touch.

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