The lights are everywhere/but we cannot see. The heat envelops us/and yet we are frozen.
The sound never stops/yet we cannot hear.
But you know what? We are a people of love/
a people motivated by the heart revealed by Che
— que nuestra revolucion es un gran abrazo por la gente.
Yes, we walk softly but ever towards the earth/ever upwards/hasta al cielo/and ever flowing toward the sweet waters that cleanse our spirit.
Can you see it? Can you feel it? A Toda Madre: un futuro so finely
sculpted by the past/Un Nuevo Mundo shaped by abuel@s/
nurtured by children/un milagro created by endless Resistencia.
A world of infinite song/With a magical lyric that can unite us/that can give us new strength/that can reconnect us to a life/ stolen by empire/tortured by lies/disfigured by the myth of…
The Great White/Omnipotent White/All-Knowing White
Pero, the Brown always flows/it moves/dancing arabesques/caresses so gently/so firme. And carries the mythical prayer/that we will endure/we will unleash the sound that echoes Aztlan: Hasta La Vida… Siempre.
*Madre has countless meanings, with a toda madre an exclamation that means the best. Nothing better. If I’m asked how I feel and I’m doing great, I might say a toda madre.