Out There

 



Death in youth is the worst thing in life.

 

Shadows, night falls

Like a wounded lamb.

Young blood, runs cold

Tides that rush the land.

 

Someone looks out the window in the dark,

Out there, is there anyone who knows?

 

Sister moon, her love blooms under your light; tonight.

 

Blue light, did you come into my room?

Sleepwalk, and I woke clawing at your name…

 

Sleeptalk you call me from far above;

Out there, is where an angel shouldn’t go.

 

Sister moon, her love blooms under your light; tonight.

 

Out there is where, I wish you well.

Out there is where, you and I die.

Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 1994

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La Verdadera Revolución

 

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La verdadera revolución, es la que pasa en el corazón.

Porque ya no hay tiempo y ya no hay razón,

La historia se recita a si misma

Como una oración.

 

La verdadera revolución, es la que pasa en el corazón

Y el pueblo ya no teme otra invasión;

Pues ha demostrado al enemigo,

Que las fronteras cambian, pero solo la gente es nación.

 

La verdadera revolución es la que pasa en el corazón.

Porque nuestra tierra tan querida,

Grita por sus mil heridas:

‘A donde tu vayas, yo estoy…

...Y esa breve chispa en los ojos de un niño

destello en la espada del ‘arcángel divino’

Soy yo.’

 

Como un corazón partido en millones,

Nosotros mismos somos revoluciones.

Que se luchan con solo fijar la mirada;

Que se escuchan sin tener que decir nada.

 

La verdadera revolución, es la que pasa en el corazón;

Y es aquella que regalamos al mundo,

A través de la migración.

Pues quien la lleva dentro;

Nunca dejó su nación.

 

Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 2014

 

‘Goyathlay’ (Geronimo) 1887, photo by Ben Wittick (1845–1903)

Public Domain.

 

 

A true revolution happens in the heart,

because time has ended and reason stopped;

now history recites itself

like a prayer.

 

A true revolution happens in the heart.

the people fear invasion no more

‘cause they have shown the enemy

that borders may be re-drawn,

but only the people are the nation.

 

The true revolution happens in the heart

because our loved land

cries out through her thousand wounds:

‘Wherever you go, I’ll be there…

…in that brief spark in the eyes of a child;

in that flash of sunlight on the blade of an angel up high;

I’ll be there.

 

One heart shattered into millions

we ourselves are revolutions

fought by merely fixing gazes,

spoken without words or phrases.

 

A true revolution happens in the heart,

and it is that which we gift the world

through our migration

because he or she who carries it inside

will never leave their nation.

Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 2014

 

Angel





Image by Derek Quantrell: Public Domain. Public Domain pictures.net
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Angel

 

I, and all the tears I cry

Are waiting all the time

To be by your side;

 

Aeons, and all that’s in between

Wondering where I’ve been

I’m running with the wind

To you.

 

It was only last night,

A beautiful bright light

A flower of love so free;

 

A beautiful urchin,

A life-loving infant

A beautiful love song weep.

 

I never knew that I was so bitter

But when you live it’s not easy to believe

And all the time’s but a little whisper

I never knew that we could have been so free.

So free.

 

My wings for my angel.

Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 1994

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