By Eli Toro Torres
Seeing the air that comes from afar
wondering when I will be able to see the stars.
Their shine, a clear brightness, kept locked in a jar.
My heart is slowing down with a scar, having to see them so far.
If it were true, I’d ask to give it all to me,
let me be the jar where you throw the bombs and block the stars.
For if I were the only one to be hit
the rest could enjoy the sounds of the guitar.
To me, I wish to cover the fallen ash
so you could walk on the streets like a shining pearl.
To me, I see you need shade, trust me to be your shelter
while the buildings fall as if in a bacchanal.
To me, let me be your suite, I will close your eyes.
For I can pull you out from the reality of being in the streets.
Do you feel satisfied?
Let me ask you,
who is satisfied?
Give it to me, I will provide a ride
to flee and escape everything you have on the inside.
Do you want to hide?
Give it to me
and I will give you pride.
Nobody can be fulfilled—I can’t
while seeing it all be killed.
I won’t be content by only seeing
and hearing, in a far away land, a soft singing
that brings me back to the reason for living.
You are youth to me, even though your tears
sink into your wrinkled face.
To me you’re alive, even though
you’re not here for me to embrace.
Give it to me, your unstoppable chase
where you pursue everything, minus grace.
Your ashes were the first to form the base.
Oh, when will it end? This foolish war case
now is not a matter of race,
but a matter of taking away more than a place.
Although different,
there’s a glimpse of something familiar in your gaze
you’re looking to be triumphant,
no matter all our judgment.
Now you have precious control over them,
as if they were a puppet
wanting to dominate everything.
You look like a psycho husband
to me, all of this… I’m disgusted.
The fact that in your hands
lays the death of innocents
Give it to me, let me replace your armor
for I fear it more than a snake charmer.
What would he say? Your dear father?
Maybe it doesn’t hurt you
because you’re not the one that has lost a partner.
Picture it as if it were your daughter,
wouldn’t you want her to be stronger?
Crashing at this time
in the now black clouds, I wonder
is this my reality?
I miss all the normal sounds,
now I can only hear combat shrieks.
Give it to me… to stop things from going down,
even though I’m a tyke.
I feel like I can end this,
at least,
to me.
