Take a look at these hands
They are blackyellowhite
Take a look at these hands
...
On Sundays, not much money
I eat at a chicken place.
People wait in line for hours
to have it fried or baked.
...
Not now, not here, says the voice of a woman
over his left eyelid.
And he can not help but wink
that these same words have been said before like this,
...
There is nothing more loveable than my woman's hips
You can talk about white beaches
and landscapes of mountains with yellow flowers in bloom
...
I started leaving things at her apartment
I wanted to live with her
but all of a sudden I changed my mind.
...
On every corner of this town
there's a haitian woman
with a child in her arms
and two coins for eyes.
...
This town will drag you down
so many things pass before your eyes
you forget adjectives
the rain, filling up the gutters
...
There she was
dropping tunes like a Stainway
her last words still in my head
round and round and round
...
Manos
Take a look at these hands
They are blackyellowhite
Take a look at these hands
They are hitchhiking
or behind the wheel of a large automobile
Take a look at these hands
They work and touch
They hurt and heal
Take a look at these hands
They can hold a knife
and a child at the same time
Take a look at these hands
They are bruised and dumb
They don't mind
Take a look at these hands
They are tombs
Take a look at these hands
They are what they are
Slaves of an animal