Clandestino

May 25, 2010
By FollowtheMochaRabbit GOLD, Miami, Florida
FollowtheMochaRabbit GOLD, Miami, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling?!


The streetlights aren't breathing,
Shallow ins and outs have ceased And on the corner,
An odor waits to leap upon
Late-night walkers-Ha!
Night rubbing, nipping at skin,
Brushing sensually against front
And back. Cowardly lover!
Slinking away under the heat
Of stomping light.

Moist chests writhing with hard breath,
Roping muscles set to break,
Pockets fluttering uselessly in breeze-
In stillness-Dark, bowed head
Groaning.

Corre! Corre!
No existen en la Ciudad de un Dios,
Que no quiere manos san papels,
O la piel que no tienen una color Como asi-y-aqui!
Corre! Corre! No podamos besemos el dia.

Putrid water leering, licking greedily
At muscled legs. Baby breathing in
Trembling sweat, head nestled in a
Hollowed chest. Engines barking
In the distance. Wearied feet Splashing, wearied feet breaking,
The pure ebony of skies washed away
To gray, sliver, lilac-gold!
A foreboding spectrum.
Engines growl in the distance,
Wearied feet stumling, wearied feet breaking.

Corre! Corre!
No existen en la Ciudad de un Dios,
Que no quiere manos san papels,
O la piel que no tienen una color Como asi-y-aqui!
Corre! Corre! No podamos besemos el dia.

The author's comments:
When I heard "Clandestino" by Manu Chao, I was blown away by the rhytmn and the authentic feel to the music-the lyrics were even more powerful! So I wrote a story based on the words, and this poem I guess, genralize that story. So, so sorry if my Spanish verb conjugations are not so correct, I did the best I could, but if you can, please give me some feedback so I can be more correct :)

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