it is the violent peotry of the times written in the blood of the youth
Luis J. Rodríguezyou dont have solo rights to anything anymore,not even your crazy life
Luis J. RodríguezMots clés pg-210
go ahead and kill us,we're already dead...
Luis J. RodríguezIt never stopped, this running. We were constant prey, and the hunters soon became big blurs: the police, the gangs, the junkies, the dudes on Gaarvey Boulevard who took our money, all smudged into one. Sometimes they were teachers who jumped on us Mexicans as if we were born with a hiduous stain. we were always afraid. Always Running.
Luis J. Rodríguezthey say of the poet and the madmn we all have a little
Luis J. Rodríguezcry, child, for those without tears have a grief which never ends.
Luis J. RodríguezPegale,Pegale!
Luis J. RodríguezA la brava! understand?
Luis J. RodríguezWich is the ultimate struggle, the one fight really worth fighting.
Luis J. Rodríguezoh,you'll get over it... eventually-la payasa de lomas
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