Salmo

Los leones rugen por la presa
Y reclaman a Dios su comida
Sale el sol
Se recogen y se echan
Sale el hombre a su labor
Y a su labranza
Hasta el anochecer



ARIES


Just grey magic
The kind that makes
You walk on
Oily pavement
It makes me walk
On contaminated beaches

You said computers
Rule the world
Such an illusion
Made of sand

Electronic tricks
That give you
Raccoon eyes

But that is normal
Because eyes change
With the different stages
Of illumination

And since
You have
A good heart
And are a citizen
Of the city
You can pour
Into a glass

I want to
Welcome you
Little brother

They’ll give you
A free lojack
And the other type
Of jobs too!
But don’t be afraid

They all be coming
After you
You’ll become
A fishing hook
A lure of
The wealthy

They’ll try
To make you
Into steer
While you are
Working against
A contingent
Of tuna fish

At first is bothersome
But then
When you
Get acclimatized
You’ll give thanks
To the Almighty
Because you will
Be able to hunt & fish
Wherever you live