Realization of my Emotions

I’ve been alone in my room
Time seems to have me doomed
My motive’s motor is running on fumes
All those dreams I once pursued
My success is long over due
Star in the sky, let me get as old as you
But allow me to retain my youth
It is then I see my dependency
That will soon be the end of me
Destroying my entity
Keeping me from what I was meant to be
Reality is my fallacy
It is that scary mask on Halloween
I’m overtaken by my own pride
I’m pursue my dreams ‘til I die
Once dead, I’m going ahead and pass it on,
So the kid, who receives the dream, lives on
So everyone listen up,
I just want to see who gives a fuck
Depends on the matter, I’m giving up
But you? I never will
Not the angel I see from my window sill
You have understand I’m trapped
I want to get lost at the depths of my sight
I have no direction, I wish I had a map
if I have to use the last ounce of my might
I will achieve what I set out to do
My America, I can’t live without you
I’m at the point where these walls will crumble
I might stumble or fumble
I’m inching towards that light at the end of the tunnel
I feel the weight of the whole continent
Yet they are the ones who carry my conscience and
I’m going to break barriers
Layers, Layers, after layers
Of ignorance and arrogance
Bliss of some bullshit
A person of one country can’t be “American”
But all those who live between opposite tips
We are worth it to be livin’
This might be an ode to end Capitalism
As we know it
Realization of my emotions

This Thanksgiving

It's been a while since I have written something. Well I try to post reasons why I am thankful each year. No one probably reads this at all but I will continue to write. Quoting myself that "My goal is only to be an inspiration to you/ If I’m not that influence, than I drop the pen/And be forever thru" I feel like I can still inspire at least one person. I am confident that one person will read this and I can be the influence, that inspiration. So furthermore, I still give importance to my blog.

This year I am thankful for many things. I am thankful because I just got out of my cast yesterday!! Three months after breaking a small bone in my wrist playing soccer. Its all good tho because these kind of things make you appreciate health more and take advantage that I can do things. About a week ago a meet another chapin on the bus and he had just gotten a cast. He was with his son and asked him how long he has had it. He told me that after a month he just gotten it and he had for a month. The first part shocked me. One month with a broken bone. He had to work, continue with his daily life with a broken bone. I don't if I can do that and all I do is go to school. And then I thought he was lucky because people in extreme poverty will never have the luxury of a cast. And if he is lucky then I have to be one of the luckiest person ever. I thank God because I am covered by my Dad's health insurance. I am thankful because my Dad's job gives their employees health benefits. Things like this is worthy of being grateful. Three weeks with a cast sucks but me having a cast to help cure my broken wrist is something I am extremely thankful.

Another thing that I am extremely thankful is the opportunities I have to serve my community. I also thank God because to me that's my talent, that's my purpose. I know it. There is no doubt in my mind, body, and soul. The opportunities to serve and be part of my community have presented themselves through two orgs at school that I am in love with: Hermanos Unidos and La Escuelita. HU is the family. I went in for community service and came out with brothers I never had. To be part of the bond is so important to me. It's truly unbelievable. And I get to be with brothers to do community service? That takes it over the top. Before I did things my way. I helped my way and did what I could. I wanted to help my people. With HU that last sentence becomes to help our people. La Escuelita allows me to connect with the children I knew before hand. LE keeps me constantly connected with my community, my people. And like HU, I have met some great people in LE and already know I can count on them to be friends. It took me long enough but I finally got involved with some orgs and I still do what I love to do. And that is to help my people. And what helped me join was a little push. A little push by someone I am truly grateful for: Flavid Montoya. That's a shout out to my boy. What ever I do in both orgs is because he is the one who talked to me at the Arbor.

Continuing with my gratitude is always the same--and the values of each person/thing never diminishes but enhances. God, my family, my friends, me being Guatemalan (being Latino is a gift I think), my health, my possessions, and my heart for my people.

I hope everyone has a great thanksgiving and remember we owe something to the Native Americans because the pilgrims and the people afterwards have displaced them as they have my Mayans. I have all indigenous people in my mind because I would not be me without my indigenous blood. I am thankful that I am indigenous too!

say what?!

I found this poem written march 29th, 2007. I don't know what to make of it but I have decided, obviously, to post it up


I can offer you my love and my time
and my arms so you can hide
or relax or just watch time fly by
or watch time stand still because its just you and I
put our hands together, perfect fit, perfect match
let time witness how grow greatly attached
when I am in your presence
it's like I am in a higher dimension
holding you for one second
is like a million years in heaven
I can watch you from afar in awe
Basically your my true love my all
this is my offer:my love my being
you accepting would mean the world to me

Surrealness

This is the first writing of my storybook


Trying to find this man’s soul
So I scribble and ramble
It might get me nowhere in the Arizona desert
There is no measure for the pain
There is no pleasure as I try to keep my treasure
I don’t quiver or shiver
I just wish I can be delivered
From these hostile mirages
From where bullets penetrate garages
Nearly miss where my heart is
Almost making me cold and heartless
I walk the road of the martyrs
Living all the hardships
Where is the energy I once did harness?
I seem ripe for Death’s daily harvest
I need to go the furthest
I need to go the farthest
Build my own tools since I’m a wordsmith
There isn’t hope, is there?
I see the serpent slither
Blurred of what’s real
And what is surreal
Either side can’t grasp that this furnace kills
But there’s is a faint figure with me
I feel a presence within
And a feeling that I will conquer anything
That comes against me
As I close in to the core
I hear the knock at the door
I knew it had to be open
Because once doing so, I allow all hope in
So this path I choose
Is not chose often, but leads to truth


After reading a book for class, I pondered upon the surrealness of the Arizona desert. From the south, the one who makes his trek north, the migrant approaches a border of sanity and insanity. He crosses the line of what is real and what is not. Reality perceived is blurred. It is no longer concrete, it is no longer fathomable. The heat does this you. So does the social factors that push the migrant up north. This surrealness allows the implausible to be accepted as whatever seen with an attitude of “it is what it is.” It is the natural order. There is no way out of how things are. Why change things if they seem concrete. This way of thinking is surreal.

So when I bring up you don’t have to follow the rules of the system that constrains you or you can think otherwise from the perceived norm; I am crazy, insane, and not talking in a plausible sense. Why? There are not many, I think, that see there all viable options to get out of social structures that disallow your individualism. Within one’s individual self, he or she has freedoms, unalienable rights as they are guaranteed in the constitution. Once one has secured those freedoms, thoughts and actions are given to the betterment of a community. By gaining his or her own rights to live, one can live unselfishly for the collective success. To make it a reality, not a figment of imagination as anyone can say, is powered by love and can happen in a selfish, competitive, capitalistic context that exists in the United States. By “loving thy neighbor,” progress can be achieved and make an unselfish, giving, and even capitalistic society anywhere, including the United States.

An idea like this being proposed can be quickly dismissed as preposterous. Well, in truth, as an individual I have the freedom to believe and I do in fact exercise that freedom to the fullest. This belief of mine is extremely difficult for the unfortunate people in society. They have been entrapped by surrealness for what seems to be from the dawn of time. What is perceived and believed is that their place is inherited and set in stone, but that stone can be smashed. By showing them a door for which they can ascend and after lend a helping hand to others can change a whole societal structure that only elites are completely comfortable with. Like the migrants being engulfed by surrealness in the Arizona desert, people give up. They lose sight of society and die without knowledge of it. I have this freedom of knowledge, and living a reality, it is my duty to share it and not retain it to myself.

Furthermore, the people in the other side of the physical border cannot grasp the reality either. When in the news does one hear or read about the lives lost on United States soil? Those who died repeatedly in the same area of the United States? Are they not worth of news? Or are they not human enough to be recognize them? People north of the border are also flawed by living this surrealness. They don’t care because they cannot see them. They do not appear in their realm. Perspective is jaded in state of surrealness. They are not free to see these people, brothers and sisters in the same humanity, are dying. Again, I am free to this clearly and I recognize these fallen brothers and sisters. I will help others to change focus and see clearer how reality really is. That state of surrealness disallows one to grasp reality. The Arizona desert land is a prime example to highlight this thought, this notion, this truth. Nevertheless this border can be shattered into a spectrum of reality with love.

In my poem I express my journey through surrealness like if I were to experience the military shooting through peasant’s homes in Latin America or drive by shootings in any ghetto area of the United States. In reality, there is no reason for doing such things. I do not feel like a pioneer but I do feel like I have a duty to inspire, to teach, to serve, and to, overall, love my people. I accept my duty and will do it with compassion. These qualities I am to do and the attitude is derived from my personal relationship with God. Without him, I would be part of the surrealness. I relate the Arizona desert/“reality” as a furnace and it as an allusion to the Old Testament story of Daniel (?), and how he and some of his friends were not burnt and another figure was seen with him. In my poem the faint figure, as seen by others, is Jesus Christ who accompanies me and never fails. The presence is the Holy Spirit instilled in me when I was liberated into having a relationship with God. The following lines are there to show my relationship with Christ and allusions to the Bible (“I can do all things through Christ,” “I knock at your door, “ and “a small path leads to the gates of heaven”; found in Philippians, Revelations, and Matthew in the Bible respectively).

Again, this notion can, and will be, rejected due to be deviant from the apparent “reality” of the actually society structure. To many this is too liberal of a thought, but in all honest truth, this is an enactment of my liberation to share with you of what is reality, socially and spiritually.


*Notes*
*There have been grammar corrections from the original writing
*The book mentioned is Dead in Their Tracks by John Annerino
*It was not Daniel, but 3 Jews in the book of Daniel in the Bible, specifically all of chapter 3
*The verses alluded too are Philippians 4:13, Revelations 3:20, and Matthew 7:13-14
*Originally written 4/27/10

What you call just a notebook, I call it my story book

So to ALL of my readers and followers, just letting you know that I have a notebook which I want to keep all my intimate thoughts, all my ideas, and all my poems. It is a raw "thoughts of chapinaso." I free write what I have inside of me. I have already wrote and its great. It so happened to be a poem with an essay of my feelings. I will not write everything in my storybook onto the blog, but things I feel like sharing. Also, for now, I will allow to read and look in my storybook to those I feel can appreciate most and have a certain level of understanding that I feel that is more than adequate to grasp what I have written. So yup, that's about it.

Voyage, trek, path

Hey I say that I love,
but when I see a bum,
I just shrug
Well today that bubble’s gonna burst
Not dismiss anything for whatever its worth
I wanna build dreams, not shovel it in dirt
You ask what’s the threshold to be special?
To be honest, grasp your fear and just let go
I’ll show you to be the captain of your vessel
Let’s take on these oceans of emotions
Your belief and faith are so potent
Make all the obstacles crumble
You might stumble, but regain balance
What’s life without a challenge?
Grab the opportune with your talons,
You got talent, soar like an eagle
But don’t for your majestic people
Experience misery and malice
But I yearn for the palace
Up in the heavens, seventh
Layer, don’t wait another second
This voyage requires you to take one step in
And then let’s get going and never stop
Any of these excess can go and rot
Because I already got what I need
My wants don’t allow me to succeed
In the worst of storms, just be easy
Keep on moving, just believe me
I will never mislead, or leave you stranded
My savior even less, now just imagine
Put up the sails, let love prevail
This ship might have sunk, but never will sink again
Me? Drowning? You better think again
Before the end, allow me to begin
I had that binge of sin, but I came to win
Let the ink of my pen, sink in the your skin
Into your blood vessels, into the heart
It truth you need to transcend far, to be special
Lay my path, this road pebble for pebble
To get to the finish line, you have to start
As time diminishes with every minute,
This is for your benefit, so just listen
Your life is art, be Picasso on the canvas
Advancements for the people as a whole
Share what you know, be free, start dancin’
Freely roam because you have the answer
And best believe it is not banter
You got a question, I got a suggestion
Cross that threshold to be special
I do it for the best folks
Friends, kin, neighbor or whoever I meet
T-r-u-t-h will set you free
King of Nazareth is all you need
This the people’s speech
For the people I speak
That’s who I listen too
They got stories deploring
What the evils do
Oppression is real, I’m ready
To battle, against the heavy
Machinery, but the people is needing me
Here I go
Against the current, against the flow
I got the courage to take a stance
For my fellows, I just dance
My enemy is confused
I got that liberty that is muse
To you because you ain’t got truth
Drop your weapons, I’ll share with you
Let’s take our steps and start our trek
You to the right, to the left, both are next
To settle is for less, to be special is our test
And we are capable to pass, to begin our path
So don’t let this moment past, make it last

What is true to me, Marlon

You have been on my mind
I’m going to tell you, it’s about time
For you I sing, write, and create poems
I love you, be my Alley I will be your Noah
What you call just a notebook
I call it my storybook
Read it once and it’ll provide another look
Read it over again, feel my feet on the path I took
What is criticism when there is critical livin’?
This is my emission of my precision
I reject the simplistic vision
Cuz I feed the need of the givin’ mission
What intertwines us might be the blindness
But I see the light within the prism
So I was able to let loose
I’m outside the box with proof of the livin’ truth
Containment of my thinkin’ is a sanction
Not given by my permission
I’m free, and you’re free to interpret
All of my wordage
However you read it or heard it
It is urgent for my resurgence as a person
The precursor to my disturbance
Alter that current into my own insurance
For my happiness under my burden
I wanted to make into hip hop
But I will live as a poet
It’ll be my craft, I’ll love it and be devoted
Note the similar sounds connect
If you don’t know what I mean, I suggest switching your focus
If you see you can’t grasp my abstract, at least that you noticed
To be infinitely intricate like the internet
The intent of mental incubus
Drawn out from below proves to be inconclusive
Of this daunting task conquering me
No destroying of confidence, see
Cuz there is something in me, not intuitive
I solemnly promise, I will always be honest
And give more of this love and calmness
Reflect on consciousness of conscience
Listen to my vowels and consonants
Flow and swim thru the consonance
Its resonance, my meaning reconnaissance
The reconciliation with my old and renaissance
A new, forever surplus into my reservoir
I won’t but you might stop producing like menopause
Halt, whom precedes tomorrow seeds
Help lay the path to let them succeed
So what I do now supersedes
My wants with their needs
Before I go on further
With this combination of absurd words
Call me a researcher
Ready to react, I’m proactive
I light a fire with no matches
Can’t be passive with the masses
And the anguish they inhabit
I’m the director, and before I say action
I’m going to change the roles
No need to practice
Just be your potential and behold
I’m just a kid who lost his innocence
Ever since I have been belligerent
And all of its synonyms
I want to be autonomous, to be honest
But the problem is my intent
Has its antonyms, I’m a man with sins
I know what a paradox is
It’s like me telling thee
Stay drug fee and I smoking weed
Please hear my soliloquy
As I expose the woes of my soul
I suppose you know how that goes
How about the adrenaline rush and impulse?
When love breaks your heart with insults
And worse than the salt on the wounds
Is the fact your frailty got harpooned
Erroneous to say my serotonin balance
Makes to understand this as a challenge
Wait, the boom, explosion of the loose cannon
Target disparity and will stomp on it like wooly mammoth
Unifies the present, future, and past
Don’t get what I mean?
The emblem and tenses have meanings deemed
On this hour I give a path to feel empowered
That sense of strength
To pulverize the pretense
That says our problems have amends
I see Marlon
Mar-velous, on the mar-kets
Mar-tyrs while mar-chin’
Seems like my desire stays still and is pervasive
While my thoughts eradicate and scatter
God bless me with the virtue of patience
And then I will be the batter and catcher
When life throws its pitch
I will be ready to deal with whatever it is
Man’s antecedent may be his trouble
But there isn’t progression without struggle
Courtesy of Mr. Douglass
What I do is bring genuine in contrast to rubbish
My goal is only to be an inspiration to you
If I’m not that influence, than I drop the pen
And be forever thru
The deflation, the dent
Deterioration of my dream
But in the very end
I will forever be with the King
When I close my eye lids
Is when I can truly live

Of one man

My words are my culprit
My words are my sanctum
My words are my fortress
These problems, I can change them
With my thinking
My confidence suffers no shrinkage
I know I am no linguist
But my blood fuels my ink pens
All I try to be is candid
All I am is a man
With endless possibilities
And chose the road less traveled
Who is willing to accompany me?
Besides having my shadow
I have my faith, that’s my acknowledgement
My soul belongs to the King of the heavens
I carry this distinctiveness
With passions so primitive
Forever depicted with images
But light is honesty, isn’t it
The depths and the widths
Of Life, centered on ifs
From the figment of Utopias, picturesque
To the symptoms of settlement
Comfort is going for less
Be unique with an understanding
Of the need of development
For you to create a bridge
A network for the betterment
Of the inhabitants of the globe
What is to quote if it never spoke to the soul?
Never annul a dream for a reality
To not pursue can be man’s greatest fallacy
We all have a gift
But at times no engine, no drive
Remember, it’s only once we live
So don’t be stagnant with your life
There is a plan, we all got a purpose
I search for mine vividly on the inside
Never on surface
I give with no reward, no prize
Receive the silence
Maybe culminates to the calamities of my cries
I will never be alone
I keep on going
Going
Going
No matter how vulnerable
I can be
That is why my cornerstone
Is my beliefs
I grin truthfully even in sorrows
Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
Truth be told
Regardless of views you hold
Love is beautiful
I think therefore I am
These are the emotions of one man

Untitled--

Back to the regular
For whatever that means
No need for binoculars
To see the unseen
Cat’s out of the bag
And it’s a damn tiger
I wanted the truth so bad
Now it’s nothing to admire
Prior to the fire that makes times dire
I had a childhood, I had innocence
Now with some type of perspective
Nothing seems to make sense
I guess all I got to do now is live
But I ask myself how
Cuz I got so many doubts
Like when a child is born
It can be addict or a whore
Or a cold killer or a thief
A billionaire or someone to teach
Whatever their curriculum is
It’s kind of odd my point of view is this
Who can offer their gift for a lift
Of spirit or anyone’s dreams?
To make one believe in doing anything
It’s more than a responsibility
It more of the will in me
We might have creative differences
But either way we must create
A way to make a difference
This is the choice that would make
The world a better place
Love is all we need
Look for its source and believe

As time slips

I’m reaching the final hour
I need help, Imma yell louder
I gotta fight, can’t be no coward
Time is slipping to the outer…
Realms
Only time will tell
If I can’t save others but myself
I will always put up that “L”
With the “A”, together with the C.A.
You only live once, there is no replay
But I simply can’t sit and wait to see
I will charge into time and faithfully
Believe that the grandfather clock
Will stop the tic and the tock
My heart beats to the hip and the hop
My blood is cleansed of the sin by the cross
But time seems to evade me
I have to struggle daily
Because what eludes me isn’t the illusion
Of becoming materialism’s new king
As a listen to the wind
Life isn’t what you envision
It’s doing something the fills in
The hole where something is missing
Once your destiny you’re fulfilling
You become whole
But time is slipping
It’s leaving my grasp
My breathing is gasp
My season has passed
No meaning to last
Unless I press for progression
Perfection of the conditions
Of the living in this system
We call life
Where pain paints the picturesque
And the rivers flow crimson
Poor, peasant, peon, proletariat
Chasing time chastises the choice of a chariot
To take me away
But I have to stay
To find my way
To win this game I play
Called Life
Slipping is the time
What is being in one’s prime?
When by being socially even is odd?
It adds up strife, and subtracts God
As I hear the souls sing
I get into the boxing ring
Lace up, and with time I box
Jab, hook, uppercut
I’m shook and in shock
Can it finally be when I’m going down?
Find the inner strength to go another round
After 12, the chime of the bell
Grandfather comes out and tells
All eyes in the middle
I’m exhausted, to the point where I might shrivel
But the might inside gives me the energy little
To see him give me the answer to my riddle
He looks onto the score card
The winner is…
suddenly everything goes dark

In the midst silence
The world erupts into violence
Time devises a plan
that defies the man
And his will for what’s righteous

Will time end up destroying me?
Quite possibly
How do I stop this monstrosity?
That is constantly haunting me
Step up, fight, and think positively

As time slips, and my ink drips
My instinct might be take some sips
And say “FUCK THIS SHIT”
But what I gotta do is just forgive
This is life, don’t be surprise what life gives
Especially as time slips

Unititled

Is that what you think I’ll ever be?
A statistic, A fiend, A criminal
So how do you deal with me?
Try to keep me at the bottom?
I will be the greatest you’ll ever see
Because I am fiery individual
Soon I will have the people with me
And they will never be forgotten

I will write for freedom
Those enslaved, yeah I see them
Those treated like a bleedin’ fetus,
People cease them, beat them, and leave them
I’m here to pick up the bits and pieces
I despise how they treat them
Like they ain’t got life
But they’re breathin’
Their lives do have meanin’
I am here to free them
To remind them there is a divine reason
To show that people can be decent
That there are angels, not just demons
I ain’t leavin’ till I am no longer needed
Not until the enemy is defeated

Is that what you think I’ll ever be?
Nothing but a waste of space?
So how do you deal with me?
Try to keep me at the bottom?
I will be the greatest you’ll ever see
Truthful, unlike your masquerade
Soon I will have the people with me
And they will never be forgotten

I’m letting you know I heard the call
If I do nothing, I don’t fulfill my purpose at all
Can’t stay silent, or live life with a pause
The sirens, violence, viruses are not the cause
But effect, because of the absence of love
Call me revolutionary, the vanguard
The insurrection
I haven’t gotten out of touch
Bring in light in the presence of dark
This is more than help, more than protection
It is more than leading the way
It is answering your questions
With the patterns of yesterday
And today comes change
So tomorrow will never be the same

Is that what you think I’ll ever be?
Someone who dreams to big, and fails?
So how do you deal with me?
Try to keep me at the bottom?
I will be the greatest you’ll ever see
In the end I will stand tall, and prevail
With continents of people with me
Screaming Victory, that is our callin’

Revolutionary can't exist without love

I don't think anyone really understands or know who I am. All I think of is helping my people. That is all what I want to do. There is nothing else. If I can't do that then there is no reason for my existence. But I do exist. I will do it. The last month I feel it even more. As I talked to my dad about my people. He reminded me that kids live in the dumps in Guatemala. My reaction was to some shed tears. It was pain. At the park where I work, a mom was telling me her hardships and I just see her love for her 5 children. That it is was drives her. She would tell how the kids love to eat ribs, but she has not bought any lately. This hurts me. This past weekend I went to two events on campus and have affected me greatly. The first was a professor from Mexico who talked about the peaceful insurrection of the Zapatistas in Chiapas. The few points I took from his discourse was power is a virus and infection. Capital is a virus and infection. I walked out of there not wanting to be healthy, I don't want to be infected by such poison. I agreed so much in his positions and mentioned about actions being verbs and not nouns. I had adopted that thinking after hearing a song by my countryman Ricardo Arjona. He also brought up an idea that if you want change, you don't wait till tomorrow, you change today. He said that the insurrection is not only in Chiapas but in anyone. What I took to heart the most was that to be a revolutionary, it is vital create a revolutionary program to be part of the vanguard. There was no doubt in my mind that I want to be part of the vanguard. The following day I went to a presentation of poems and songs in Latin America geared to revolutionary values with Che Guevara as the focal point. I felt at home. I felt that I was part of the music. I remember one song where they mentioned Martin Luther King Jr. As I read the lyrics, heard the music, I thought that my two inspirations were set together, Martin and Che. Two total opposites but nonetheless inspiring to me. I thought I was the only one who could appreciate both with roots in Latin America and flourished in the US. When I heard that and saw Martin's picture, I cried. I could not help it. As I could not help it when I thought of the kids in Guatemala. I have come to a point where I desperately want to help my people. I know what is I meant to do. Every time I heard the music, heard about my people suffering, I feel a chill in my spine as I feel when I feel a connection with God. I am moved and know that I am destined to help my people. If a person who does not have faith in God, might doubt him but I simply cannot. He is love. He always appeared to the ones who were suffering, the poor. He helped people in need. Everything I want to do. I want to be a revolutionary. What it is important is to know that revolution cannot be spelled or be done without love. To me, I believe God is love. So I cannot be a revolutionary without Him. I will be a revolutionary. I want to be it now. Not tomorrow. Revolutionary is not a noun but a verb. My dad gave me the idea to bring food, clothes and other things to the workers in the field. I don't need to travel all of Latin America to see the poverty but look around me. I will travel the world to help my people. I dream too big and like I told my dad, I don't shoot for the stars to hit the clouds, I shoot for the stars to hit them. I have my people in mind, my Latinidad, and I start to be a revolutionary today.


P.S. When I have my daughter, I have a feeling my first child will be a daughter, I will sing to song to her always: Agua, Tierra, Fuego y Viento with the voice of her father. The chorus is :

Cuando yo te abrazo no te abrazo solo,
te abraza conmigo una eternidad,
te abrazan los valles, las montañas y los vientos,
las flores del campo y el olor del pan.

Cuando yo te beso, no te beso solo,
azúcar te traigo del cañaveral.
Soy como la tierra para darte fruto,
soy de miel morena para amarte más