THIS ONE WHO’S TALKING TO YOU IS NOT STAMMERING

This one who’s talking to you is not stammering;

there’s no blah-blah on this:

If he speaks to you on the ground; Earth crossed out, I put earth,

It’s not for you and me to be fighting for the land: my land / your land

The earth belongs to nobody! The earth does not belong to us; we belong to the earth.

And that—to mother earth.

This one who’s talking to you is not stammering;

there’s no blah-blah on this:

If he talks to you in the race; strikethrough; race, race…

It’s not for us to run the 100 meters

Good for blacks!

Nor running like the indigenous, escaping from civilized Conquers

The race of life, the only race we are having wherever we go

with our head held high; is about that race that I am talking.

This one who’s talking to you is not stammering;

there’s no blah-blah on this:

If he speaks to you on the railroad; crossed out railway; railroad …

Although the train is never going over its rails anymore

In front of the Momotombo: Ronco and Sonoro

I keep passing among your faithful…

Oceanfront from Monkey Point to Pearl Lagoon and beyond…

This one who’s talking to you is not stammering;

there’s no blah-blah on this:

If he speaks to you in a cigarette; crossed out cigarette… cigarette…

Bad to health; and what is worse: smoke always goes ahead of you.

This one who’s talking to you is not stammering;

there’s no blah-blah on this:

if he speaks to you in war; crossed out: war; at war…

it’s so that you and I are not going to have war

no more war between you and me

Even if we have to go through peace for that war.