Sofi Batres English

Tegucigalpa

Heart of America,

My Capital City,

Filled with Mareros and frijoles,

Beautiful landscapes and weather,

Poverty and golpistas.

They accuse you of corruption; and I agree,

Yes, our corrupt leaders travel while their people starve I tell them.

Your city is unjust they tell me, it is true I say

For some run free after stealing millions while others rot in jail for stealing a chicken.

What an unsafe city you live in I here, yes I do, I respond,

Gangs circle my city, and we hear about crimes day and night.

But to those who criticize my city I would wish to question;

Does your city have the night life of Proceres?

Is there any other city with baleadas as good as ours?

Do friendly people as my own stroll around any place else?

Can you drive up and enjoy a picnic with a great view such as the one in el Picacho?

Have you ever experienced an extraordinary hike like the one in la Tigra?

And “no” I bet they’d answer, along with the thirst to visit Tegucigalpa, my city.

domingo, 6 de marzo de 2011