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Fatima

from KRUPA by Arian & Dashaman

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lyrics

Diablo
Mami k buena tu ta
Yo sueño contigo y ya
eres mi amiga Linda
que pena que vivo pallá
que puedo hacer
cuando contigo yo quiero todo
espero saber
lo que tu piensas de lo ignoto
que puedo hacer
para llegar a ti
espero saber
si me ames

she was 30 I was 18
she looked 19 I looked 21
I was flirty she was breaking
up with her man never loved anyone
she floats along upon the dusty road
skin’s got a rusted glow
I must of known she woulda brushed my soul
an orange dress under a floral-patterned parasol
to protect the rollers in her hair with all the aerosol
I couldn’t care at all
I love her golden coffee skin
smooth like avocado
it’s her curves and eyes that locked me in
laugh like velvet whiskey
smooth and silky
with a smoky edge
tenor saxophonic
melodies slip over the ledge
of her beautiful bottom lip
her beauty is bottomless
but I was gone by autumn I went off to my metropolis
left her in the DR,
yeah I said it DR,
2 months volunteering call it American PR
I just wanna see her
I gotta go back
I gotta return for you

I swap my cords from some tight jeans
exchange my shirt for a purple collared
unbuttoned down to the chest hair (limited)
gold chain I’m feeling like a fertile baller
a first-world actor trying to play the third-world suaver
first-world martyr NO
first-world author
returned without a sponsor
I’m my own man now
feel Iran in my blood
I’m my old man now
feel the Jew in my mind
I’m my mother as well
but others can’t tell
from where originated my cell
boiled spaghetti in a tin pot
fifth shot of rum
gets me heavy
when I think thoughts
ink blot clouds a Dominican sky
tinted in dye moon the Caribbean eye
not a city of light but a village of sounds
bachata sways through the streets till its rhythm is drowned
I knock at her door
I see her through the blinds as she crosses the floor
towards me like a jaguar wearing a black dress
pixie cut hair like an American actress
drops of moonlight dot circles on her mattress
the rest of the room is blackness
la luz se fue
but my light has arrived
I grab her by the hand and I look right in her eyes
and then she looks at the ground
and laughs
so I smile
am I a fool or is she down
am I in love
or denial
I don’t know
but we walk to the colmadon
buy some presidente and talk under the overtone
of other conversations, salsa, and motorbikes
my soul delights when she reach and touch my shoulder like
“quieres bailar?”
and I respond with an accent
“vamonos” and she leads me through the moving mass and
the frank reyes rolls out the speakers of the bar
I move my feet slowly to the beat of the guitar
and I hold her close to me and spin her I’m chasing her I wanna be tasting her and later embracing in her in a intimate place with a basement or something
so we can spend the night
and they can only make assumptions
she laughs at my dancing
I laugh back
I know that I’m half-whack
but at least I don’t lack sack
and after the bar closes we track back to our street again
it’s my last night and we probably won’t meet again
I look at my cell phone and see that it’s bout 3am
and in a couple minutes I’ll have to say Auf Wiedersehen
and so I tell her she attracts me
and that she makes me happy
and lastly I can’t return to the valley of cali without a kiss
in the alley where we now be all shrouded in doubtful mist
she laughs
sighs and averts her eyes
I try to desert disguise
but the purpler shirt’s too tight
my Dominican homies told me how to handle their women
“just be manly and romantic like a candle is lit and don’t worry bout being honest that’s not the game here”
so I ever since I came here I could never get a dame here
the women think I’m lame here
sensitive and contrite
but I’m channeling man tonight
so I’m brandishing candlelight
and waxing poetic about her eyes
which I do love but the way that I’m saying it is a lie
and I knew love had always passed Fatima by
so I knew the best thing for me to do was to fly
back home without tainting the image in my mind
of our love but I feel drunk and sloppy tonight
and I want her
and so though I already tried
to kiss her and she moved her whole head to the right
unbothered but also uncomfortable I
can’t tell if I just want a story for my
journal something to bring some glory to life
but then we kissed

her lips were soft
her eyes were sad
I held her jaw
my mind was mad
we kissed again
our eyes were sad
then she said buenas noches and went to bed

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from KRUPA, released September 5, 2014
Frank Reyes, Ashwin Jaini

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