

I'm going to give you
He is going to give youRealityI’m going to give youHappiness and dreams

I write about you and me
A proclaimed writer, notA proclaimed poet, notAn acclaimed singer, notHowever, I write about youMoreover, I write about me

I don't give any gifts
I don’t give any giftsI don’t get any giftsI got the gift of lifeI pass on the gift of love




Alma Llanera Translated
I was born next to this bankOf the Arauca that vibratesI am brother to its foamTo the herons, to the rosesAnd to the sun, to the sun






To bare and bear care
A square smokes a squareAt Time SquareHe thinks is fairTo be thereHe paid a fair fare




They give them the pass
Governments and KingdomsIn the hands of manEveryone now is tryingTo shift the blameTheir heartIs betraying every one of them

There's no going back
It requires a lot of courageOr a lot of ignoranceTo take the pathTo never turn backTo perforate, to slice or stainThe fleshTo never be fresh again

Golden Glades
By Jackson NorthWhere many homeless hang aroundAnd Golden Glades is bringing trafficFor their funds