Coquí

Stationary trees posing as statues, Stateless, faceless, thick-skinned, 'Til it graces upon the breeze's cold embrace Takes it by the hand, inviting it to the floor, Stepping in the right boxes, moving its hips, Birds singing in latin 'til the morning sun, Bailando en la calle de San Sebastián Pero cuando la noche regresa a su casa, E el sol ilumina con tu lucidez The tree goes back to its box To store the memory of another dance he'll miss.

Estoy aquí, caminando al lado del sol Com minha pele correndo lo fuego, Lo calor que solo yo puedo sentir E que não se compara a qualquier otro juego. La luz ilumina, sí, y yo lo veo Pero lo calor é algo que vem de dentro. Estoy en dos calles, al mismo tiempo Correndo entre la realidad e meus pensamentos, Correndo entre la claridad e meus sentimentos, E no final, quando não há mais o sol, Estoy aquí, hablando el Portuñol.

lice that spreads and forces nails to dance upon the scalp consuming precious time and head space with pointless drivel fomenting illusive thoughts and expectations building upon those foundations skyscrapers for better viewing better viewing of a world self contained within this head space lice builds houses and forces nails to dance upon the scalp a world full of facades called "skyscrapers" full of nothing full of hollow güiros lice multiplies and takes shelter under the shade of long hair follicles with the threat of shampoo looming overhead but for now it lives on

Lifeless statues posing as trees Reluctant to move along to the song of the breeze. Rusty eyes, broken thighs, and busted knees, Made with thick metal, too quick to seize. One small advance caused a month-long trance With spells no ringing of bells could unlace, No mage with the oldest age disenchant, And no curses from the worstest of serpent-haired deface. Only time were the one to unlock This soulless stone from becoming forever rock.

By the seaside, leaveless trees, Staring, serenading the breeze Waiting, for it to seize By the hand, one more time.