In my neighborhood
every person bleeds
and everything also bleeds
like the sweat of a father
due to the effort of bringing food to his house
and to think that He is almost always late
in giving his family food
and even if it never happens to them it happens
when he arrives
he arrives happy
here what is born
I attest that here we die
a chain
everything is linked
where betrayal does not return to us
and if with sulavio
a man betrays a secret
the neighborhood campea with your respect
where silence is always faithful
asu decrepo fulfills
for the neighborhood
where I live
for which I promise
he greets you hawk
awakening conscience
In Barrio Fino
humble not guillau but
I prefer to die on my feet
than live on my knees

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