not miss this event colorful flowers, candles and skulls cuantimenos! Skeleton DOS
Women of Juarez
In one after another is pain aurora
meat and then the sand
bones are scrambled relentlessly
bleed
maquiladora
mothers cry and even
the skull. Neruda
Looking for a poet of the people throughout the land
araucana
walk that walk the bony
walked to find the good: a walker
forest and pampa, dear
miners from their homeland;
was Pablo Neruda,
Paladin and wandering.
AND FOUR MORE TO MY FRIENDS
My mana
danced my beautiful flowing
dominguera sauce,
with such substance and flavor,
that view, said the skull:
Oh, what lack of modesty! This girl rumba
I'll take the people still,
to teach the dead
to boogie to the rhythm of the congas and bongos.
already going, "said the corduroy
collided and both hips, but do not mana
, what can I do?
A Isaac.
Santeyan
My friend took it the calaca,
he was from Camaguey, pasito tuntún
your mojito
and steep;
health, "said the skinny
and brought it to Cancun.
I have not found another friend of law.
A Nelida.
correcting a stack of books
Trillas, my friend
Nelida
is great reading. Suddenly
icy hand touched her calf.
Come, come, se
he said, in my black
villa will be corrective.
And the girl answered:
no, ma'am,
how unwise,
what I want is to be editor.
Al Rojo.
was my friend The Red
on the esplanade of Chapingo,
organizing a revolt, when the bald
said
stirrer, I choose
with your pitcher and your posters,
to raise up the dead
and harness my pelibuey.
