CARLOS PUEBLA Hasta Siempre Comandante

ECOLOGIA

Alto a las observaciones del ½ ambiente
Hay que meter las manos para apagar el fuego
El calor terrenal no dejará pájaro vivo
Sino mire como está de seco el desierto

No fume que produce cáncer
No coma que produce cáncer
No hable x teléfono que produce cáncer
Evite la carne que produce cáncer
No me venga con cosas

No tome el sol que produce cáncer
No aspire el aire que produce cáncer
No se bañe ahí que produce cáncer
No fornique que produce cáncer

Parece que lo anterior lo escribió pío 12
O tal vez JP el segundo
Que según decían por allí no le gustaba el sexo
Aunque igual murió de cáncer
A ese no lo salvó ni cristo!!

SON OSCURO (Noel Nicola y Sara Gonzales-Cuba)

Los ninos con Hambre No tienen Manana(Canteca)

Ladi6 and Shapeshifter

HOMENAJE A MIGUEL ENRIQUEZ

EZLN Our Word is our Weapon

CHE GUEVARA ( Nathalie Cardone)

Sultanas de Merkaillo (Ojos de Brujo)

QUE HE SACADO CON QUERERTE (Violeta Parra) por Isabel Parra

QUE HE SACADO CON QUERERTE (Violeta Parra)

YO TAMBIEN TOMO LECHE(Nicanor Parra)

Comandante Che Guevara (video)

MOTIN EN LA SALA (video)

FREEDOM SONG

FREEDOM SONG

When the world begins to change
You will hear the people sing
Songs for freedom

When the world begins to change
You will hear the people sing
Songs for justice


Free the Freedom fighters/3 times
Tino Rangatiratanga

When the jails open their doors
The people will take to the streets
walk with them

When we hear throughout the nation
This new song of liberation
The time is near

Free the Freedom fighters/3 times
Tino Rangatiratanga

When they see you free yourself
They will try to shut you down
Don’t you let them

When the world begins to change
the poor will rise again
We must join them

A brief poem to disturb the peace of the sleepy valley of Ruatoki

A BRIEF POEM
( to disturb the peace of the sleepy valley of Ruatoki)


i

My friend what can I say
I have a bone stuck in my throat
The ancestral calendar promised this things will pass a thousand moons ago
The flight of the tui breaks the silence in the valley
The crickets’ sing the song of the evening falling
Under the ancestral gaze of the elders that care for our dreams
They came with their machinery of drums and signs
To silence our village that fateful October 15th
Never forget that date


ii

What does this means?

Che Guevara died October 7th but in Bolivia
The twin towers were attacked on September 11th in NY
The Invasion of Ruatoki happened in October 15th
At The Ureweras
Bin Laden does not rime with Tame’s name
Do you get that Mrs Clark?

Ninjas, ninjas
Puppets dressed in black
Soldiers of the powerful judge of the share market
They came without permission into sacred land
Their children will be marked by this heresy
They violated Tuhoe’s land once again
And now they want us to forget this offence?
You’re wrong again!!


iii

Supreme head of the sis
Fuck u !!

iv
Two hunters from Auckland
Trampled over a training camp
Yeah Right!!


V

Stuff your mikes up Ur ass
Introduce your satellites in your mamas orifice
And see
who is coming now!!


vi


Application for a Passport of the Independent Nation of Tuhoe

Required: Full whakapapa
Family lineage
Aspirations before positions
Site of the stolen land
Reminder in Place
And No photographs permitted

vii

National Flag
Each family will design a family flag
The flag will identify the hapu
The sacred mountain and the river
The flag will fly at the family marae
At the time of the Independence celebrations.

viii

The Council of Kaumatua
Will sign the Order
For which the Independent Nation of Tuhoe
Nominates his First Head of Government;
Guess his name!!

ix

Oh Te Kooti
Oh Rua Kenana
The same is happening again !!

x

First there was destitution
Then they lied and lied and lied
Then they tried to forget
And later they denied it
BUT
the dream was born
and then the action took place
(the dream is the seed and the action the water that feeds it)
And so,the dream becomes a reality
And the reality is liberation.

xi

The mokopuna said…
-the ninjas stormed the school bus
And pointed guns at us-
The old kuia said
-the ninjas closed the road
And photograph me and my grandson
in front of our car-
The wahine said
-during the raids
The cops insulted us and push us around-
But the fat guy in his ivory tower
Denied it all
-Its all part of the conspiracy
The terrorist have arrived!!-he screamed
Showering with saliva all over his shining desk

-Wait until you have all the facts,
Said channel 1
Will you believe any of them now??
This is Aotearoa today
This is the gospel of truth
Please lord remember those who lied
When they come in front of you
On judgement day!!

xii

TSA TSA how many errors will be committed in your name?
What is TSA stands for?
Traditional Supreme authority?
Tames’ Salvation Army?
A Local boyscout group?
Or its the liberation army?
When you decide please mark your preference
But do not signed
They may suspect of you too.

FIESTA DE ATAUDES

Voy a escribir estos versos como si fueran pilares
A punta de clavos, martillo y sierra
Para construir ataúdes que entierren al cuco
a la vieja culiah y a la hija de perra

Voy a buscar madera para hacer los cajones
No muy caros por varias razones

Primero;
Porque la felpa peluda hace cosquillas
La madera bruta es carcomida de gusanos
En el cementerio de piedras se ríen los cardos

Ay, que me voy a cagar de la risa
Me voy a reír caído de espaldas
Me voy a caer espalditas 'el loro
Apretándome la guata con las dos manoplas

El cajón de madera tiene las siguientes medidas
1 metro de largo
medio metro de ancho
45 centímetros de alto
mirado en perspectiva
parece un simple cajón de manzanas.

la madera debe ser de pino barato
color marrón
y con bastantes agujeros
(pa' que los gusanos salgan a vomitar c/vez que se acuerden)
que a la primera lluvia del invierno austral
se muelan con el barro y la humedad

Y al terminar el invierno
la tierra se destapará a sí misma
se revolcarán los gusanos y se cambiaran a crisálidas
escampar y quedara olor a tierra mojada
los ríos volverán a llevar piedras
el purgatorio al fin podrá dejar descansar
a las almas en pena que ya no tendrán pena
ni angustia ni pedirán misericordia


Todo el planeta será una vasta partusa
donde bailarán los cojos arriba de la mesa
Los ciegos cantores formaran una orquesta
Un marino borracho tocará acordeón
Las prostitutas avivarán la cueca
Los invitados de piedra sacaran a relucir sus pañuelos
Los más animados se pasearán altaneros
Con zapatos de charol

Una señora gorda invitará a los convidados
a servirse una cazuela de ave
el vino correrá como corría antes la lluvia

Al final de la fiesta entrarán las estrellas
Los carpinteros de ataúdes de pino
Que entrarán levantando el sombrero saludando a las masas
Que se apostarán por ambos lados del camino que estará lleno de banderas
La fiesta seguirá hasta altas horas de la mañana
Cuando cante el gallo apagarán las luces
Y se escucharan los gritos de los niños
Camino a la escuela.

EPITAH FOR SEPTEMBER

Here from the comfortableness of my life
Where all and nothing have a self-centered sense
Marginalization of the risks and the fears
I sing this sad and broken song
A song for the rivers of blood
A song for the unknown dead
A song for the missing bodies
A song for your tears

My tears and those I did not cry
The silence
What a loud silence amidst the rubble
What a smell is coming from the fires
Blood on the pavement
Papers floating in the street
And from the charred remains of life
An epitaph for September has come

Will you remember today?
Many years from now
Will you still cry or will the river of your tears be dried

When you breathe in the fresh air of September
And feel the soft cold breeze of spring
Will the flowers remind you of the broken parts?
The hunting of the almighty echoes of Jericho
The crucifixion of the thousand ones

Yes I remember today and I sing this sad broken song
For the dead of 11th September
1973
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The Window( mini-film)