Hurt

I know what pain looks like

I know the tears that come from bloodshed

I know the heartache of loving and losing

I know the scratches that show up from bended knees at pulpits

I know the dark marks that are seen on prostrated foreheads

I know the scars that are carried by paleros

I know the blood trickle from the heads of santeros

I know vaguely the tranquil state of monks

I know sadly the wickedness of man

I know… which is why I hurt

Hurt

©Axel Garcia

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Puerto Rico Eres Tu

Puerto Rico Eres Tu

(Para Mi Papa)

Parade winds

Remind me of you, Pa

The crackling of conga skins

Drenching the shirts I still own of yours, Pa

Que Isla Tan Bonita

Flags waving your silhouette forevermore, Pa

Eres el orgullo que tengo en mis venas

Saludo tu memoria cada mañana

My land is your outstretched arms holding me

Pa

I want to kiss every part of my Island

Porque respira con la sangre de mi Papa

Todavía puedo sentirte

El calor de tu aliento en las palmas de coco

Este dia es para ti

Puerto Rico eres tu

Y siempre te amare! Pa

Ever-Changing

Ever changing am I

A chord progression in song

An ending of a season

The leaf that withers

And blooms as plant on the ground

I beg of you

Don’t seek to nail me down

Into this or that

I’ll fail each and every time

I always color outside the line

There is no reason nor tale to tell

Only awakening to today

And eternally resting yesterday

A froth of water to shore

Returning to its source

Such am I

Ever changing…. forevermore

Knowing

Somewhere right now

In another realm and time

I’m breathing your scent

Grasping your hand tightly

And Lord I pray

That I embrace that moment

Appreciate it fully

Knowing

What I know now

That this memory of you

Haunts my heart with sadness

Knowing

It can never be again