Why does my voice betrays me,
is it that I may loose you forever
or the fear that I may love you again?

It took me four springs to forget your laugh,
but with that just one glimpse of your promiscuous smile,
it was enough to freeze the currents that fired the pain.

Is it love or insanity that brings me to this?
Running through lost memories, looking beyond the horizon,
hoping that some day you will come back with a kiss.

Que lenguaje mas hermoso
el que produce palabras de alegria
como es el te amo, te quiero y te adoro.

Dicen que los latinos somos ruidosos,
llenos de energia y poca cordura,
pero es que no entienden que el español
no tiene limites, no tiene volumen, solo frescura.

Grita tus palabras indigenas,
huracan, coqui, fotuto, Boricua,
esas palabras tainas tan bellas
que usamos cada dia.

Porque tienes miedo cuando te sale el "Spanglish"
si los gringos no pueden pronunciar ni "Porto Wico"
asi que curate con un  "bad english"
porque nunca tendras que procuparte por decir RRRRico como un chino.

Mi lenguaje no puede morir
porque dentro de sus palabras
estan las llamas de un Neruda,
la negrura de un Llorens,
la fortaleza de un Albizu.

Oh cuanto te amo, te quiero, te adoro Puerto Rico
por enseñarme el español que uso para enamorar a tus hermosas mujeres.
Oh cuanto te amo, te quiero, te adoro Puerto Rico
por eseñarme el español que uso para luchar contra los que ya no te quieren.

I'm writing to cure the anxious spirit
that fatigues the unstoppable thinking of the worried mind.
Strings of hair fall with the pulling of each thought.
Nails cut through skin like peeling oranges.
Without you, I feel desperate, vulnerable.
People's ignorance stops me from smelling your garden perfume.
Your purple hair is weaken by my rusty hands.
Every moment I swallow your omnipresent breath,
my lungs cry for more, leaving my mind in a fourth dimension.
New waves cover the sounds and become printed by inspirational shower of rain falling ideas.
Yet again the hunger boils your beauty with incredible ease.

What a horrible scene
to watch thousands of policemen
packed with guns, shields and mace
instead of open books to read.

What a horrible scene
to watch thousands of students
getting beaten and chased like rodents
because they decided to speak.

What a horrible scene
to watch thousands of children
without hope, without dreams,
because they will fail to pay the Dean.

What a beautiful scene
to watch thousands of Puerto Ricans
united, without fear, without weakness
because they decided to fight for what they believe.

by J.B.H.