PAPELERÍA (o poesía): Selling wafers

Negroes selling Super 8 in the streets of this town
shake their hands and use their verse always in créole
trying to win a place where
they could be respected
                                      and could fight
for their true right to party far away
from bacterian menaces
far away from dictators
                                      who fragmented
everything all around
                                  and made bones so fragile
except for them bones dressed in Presidential Suits
pretty on the outside but stinking inside

That negroes (I´m not using the old despective form of that word)
are selling wafers and chocolates and cocacolas
and tomorrow they will be
the spirit of a new voice
                                       so hybrid
so present
                 so future
                               so ready to look back
with no anger
                      and to look forward
as always been.