-Beatriz Llenín Figueroa

“The callers of names cannot see us, but we can see them”

(“We Are the Halluci Nation,” A Tribe Called Red, John Trudell y The Northern Voice)

 

“Campamento de mi raza la América es”

(“Los antiguos dueños de la flecha,” Félix Luna, Ariel Ramírez y Mercedes Sosa)

 

“Yes, there were police walking around everywhere with assault rifles. Directly across from us, there was actually a policeman holding his rifle trained on us, directly on us. Bean bag rifle assault—bean bag non-lethal weapons were also aimed at us. Every time we put our hands up, they’d put them down. As soon as our hands came down, they would aim back at us. Police officers were smiling at us as they were doing these things. […] I mean, it was a nightmarish scene. And it should be a shame to the federal government, it should be a shame to the American people, that this is happening within U.S. borders to indigenous people and to our allies, to all people that are trying to protect water. Yesterday was a really shameful moment for this country and where we stand.”

(Tara Houska, entrevista en Democracy Now!, 28 de octubre de 2016)

 

“Look, over there, look at all those buffaloes!”

(Muchacho sioux en medio de una entrevista por US Uncut, 28 de octubre de 2016)

 

esto es un experimento

en ausencia de signos de puntuación

en oraciones discontinuas

continuamente

 

 

y en grandes espacios entre líneas

 

 

porque no sé cómo lograr

que las palabras carguen corran sean

 

campamento

halluci nation

alucinación

 

del agua sagrada

 

torrente

 

cascada

 

río grande

 

mar caribe

 

 

que une tu campamento de la raza

búfalo piedra en pie standing rock dakota

 

 

con el mío

 

contra la junta borikén cimarrona calle chardón

 

(enseño en un edificio con el mismo nombre

pero the callers of names mienten

los chardones del país deberían ser

piedra en pie cimarrona julia de burgos)

 

 

campamento

halluci nation

alucinación

 

 

del agua sagrada

 

torrente

 

cascada

 

río grande

 

mar caribe

 

 

que lava siempre

 

desarmando

 

las armas de la policía

 

 

somos

 

tu raza y la mía

 

campamento

 

de América

 

 

somos

 

América

 

campamento

 

de tu raza y la mía

 

 

somos

 

pureza intoxicada

 

belleza asolada

 

fuerza violada

 

 

que no que no que no

 

parará