Pina Piccolo
Treinta y tres Mineiros,
They stood in the womb of Mother Earth
Swallowed
From El Diablo capital
No, they were a reality
It did not require expulsion
To popular acclaim
Del less sympathetic
Maybe even a book
you plan to Santiago
In avenidas publishers
"It fueran Mineros
seguro no fueran intelectuales"
Treinta y tres Mineros
Treinta y tres anos los like
Of that poor man
Nudes now and underground
Hoping for a resurrection
Technology
as prophets in the desert eating locusts
No more 'than 60 pounds
devon stay lean and toned
To enter the capsule saving
Del Plano B.
And sociologists like voyeurs
Spiano if you have created
A company top-
OR if ground have been infected
virus dell'horizontalismo
De sus hermanos argentinos
and do not know who came to keep vigil with them
there in their afterlife equipped with sensors
two thousand spirits de los Mineros y mujeres y su hijos
Massacred por la policia in 1907 in Santa Maria de Iquique
Of course there have been news to share
Out of the 103 years of union achievements
of democracy and coup
of progress and regression
may not even know of Lula
Of Ages, Cochabamba
Los Espiritus de los masacrados
And the dim light of the emergency shelter
not it is certain that heat wave shadow dies
Mineros And these are certainly not the man who goes safe
And they no journalist asks a word
than that mouse into the trap
Caving accident that informs
On the state of the cave
fumes are not expected
leading to predictions
Among them is Sybil
That some truth illustrious
can communicate
And the wives and sons and sisters
And the mothers and fathers and cousins \u200b\u200b
In the village de la esperanza
A cheer when el Plano B
promises de ser realizado
Before Christmas
And the wives and daughters and brothers
and grandmothers and grandfathers and cousins \u200b\u200b
And the children born in their absence
And parents died when son
was buried-alive
Lì ad aspettare
L’elemosina di una notizia
L’eco d’una voce come quella
Che li salutava ogni giorno dalla doccia
Dove si levava la faccia nera
E la sostituiva con la maschera
Benigna del gran lavoratore
Campafamiglia- capofamiglia
Ritornato dal sacrificio quotidiano
los Mineiros And like Persephone distracted
that swallows the three pomegranate seeds
las mujeres And as the inconsolable Demeter
What you see the daughter ripped six months a year
From Lord of the Underworld
And we that dall'interregnum
listen and look
With greed of an eye ed'orecchi
is barren of heart
unraveling of the misfortunes of others
While swarm
with dignity on the surface of wasps
with ears plugged and eyes blindfolded
to signs
that we should not starve
to decipher.
Pina Piccolo, October 1 2010
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