Los Desaparecidos
Que alguien me diga si ha visto a mi esposo
preguntaba la doña, se llama Ernesto X tiene 40 años
trabaja de celador en un negocio de carros
llevaba camisa oscura y pantalon claro
salio anteanoche y no ha regresado
y no se ya que pensar pues esto antes no me habia pasado
llevo tres dias buscando a mi hermana
se llama Altagracia igual que la abuela
salio del trabajo pa'la escuela
llevaba puestos unos jeans y una camisa blanca
no ha sido el novio el tipo esta en su casa
no saben de ella en la psn ni en el hospital
que alguien me diga si ha visto a mi hijo
es estudiante de pre medicina
se llama Agustin y es un buen muchacho
a veces es terco cuando opina
lo han detenido, no se que fuerza
pantalon claro camisa a rayas paso ante ayer
Clara quiñones se llama mi madre
es un alma de dios no se mete con nadie
se la llevaron de testigo
por un asunto que es no mas conmigo
y fui a entregarme hoy por la tarde
y ahora no di que sabe quien se la llevo
anoche escuche varias explosiones
tiros de escopeta y de revolver
carros accelerzados, frenos gritos
ecos de botas en la calle.
Toques de puertas, quejas, por dioses y platos rotos
estaban dando la telenovela
por eso nadie miro pa' fuera
A donde van los desaparecidos?
busca en el agua y en los matorales
y por que es que se desaparecen?
porque no todos somos iguales
y cuando vuelve el desaparecido?
cada vez que lo llama el pensamiento
como se le habla al desaparecidos?
con la emocion apretando por dentro
The Disappeared
Can someone tell me if they've seen my husband
the lady asked, his name is Ernesto, he's 40 years old
works as a security guard at a car dealership
he was wearing a dark shirt and light pants
he left the night before last and hasn't returned
and I don't know what to think because this has never happened to me before
I've been looking for my sister for three days
her name is Altagracia, just like grandma
she left work for school
wearing jeans and a white shirt
it wasn't her boyfriend, the guy is at home
they don't know about her at the police station or the hospital
Can someone tell me if they've seen my son
he's a pre-med student
his name is Agustin and he's a good kid
sometimes stubborn when he gives his opinion
he's been detained, I don't know by who
light pants, striped shirt, he passed by the day before yesterday
My mother's name is Clara Quiñones
she's a saint, doesn't mess with anyone
they took her as a witness
for a matter that's only about me
I went to turn myself in this afternoon
and now I don't know who took her
last night I heard several explosions
shotgun and revolver shots
cars speeding, brakes screeching, screams
echoes of boots in the street
knocks on doors, complaints, about gods and broken dishes
they were watching the soap opera
that's why no one looked outside
Where do the disappeared go?
look in the water and in the bushes
and why do they disappear?
because we're not all the same
and when does the disappeared return?
every time thought calls him
how do you talk to the disappeared?
with emotions squeezing inside