|There was more in the air than smog. Christina's low-rider easily cruised through the barrio with little traffic. Nearly all of the businesses had closed their doors, many hung out signs that read 'Cerrado'. There were a lot of people on the streets - some lounging on stairs of buildings and houses, others standing seeming tense. But they were not pedestrians. Most were adolescent boys and young men with a hardened looks on their faces. Some wore blue jeans, others some form of white, gray or black pants. Some wore Dodger jerseys or jackets, others wore that of the Dallas Cowboys, many with the number thirteen or three. Those who did sported other attire that was prominently blue. "Sureños," muttered Christina. "Something's up." She drove the truck up to the sidewalk, spotting someone she clearly knew. The man appeared in his mid-twenties, with sun-darkened complexion and hair greased back. He smiled briefly and swiped his hand across his mustache then looked very serious, "Salga de aqui. Es peligroso... No permanezca. Cada uno esta aqui - Tino, Lupe, Jose... Va a ser apuro con de La Raza. "" There was a loud multiple rumbling noise and about thirty motorcycles and pickup trucks raced down the street, seemingly coming from a dense patch of smog. The forty or so riders and passengers, wearing head bandanas of dark red and golden yellow jackets, all carried pistols of some sort, a few bore automatic weapons and they opened up. The confident attitude of the Sureños wavered a bit, but wasn't lost. Some opened up with their own weapons, others took cover and extracted their weapons - all of the Sureños had submachine guns. Clearly not only were La Raza out numbered by at least five times, but they were outgunned as well. Two of the La Raza gangsters fell as did several of the Sureños. But, the element of surprise for the La Raza was momentary. A hail of bullets flew over the streets. Three struck Christina's car, but, luckily she did not get hit. She quickly drove down another street, attempting to get away from the violence, just as a motorcycle careened into the truck, toppling it onto its side. I helped Christina out of the truck and told her to run after she scrambled down onto the asphalt. I then pulled myself out of the truck and saw that she was still standing nearby. Sure, she was in cover behind the corner of the wall, but she was watching. Seeing that I was out, she turned to continue to get away from the killing zone but did a double take and then just stared slightly upward. As I turned to see what it was that held her transfixed, I also realized just why the La Raza gang thought that they could take on a conglomerate gang quite a bit larger in number and with greater firepower than they. Standing in the middle of the street was a man, as tall as an eight-story building, in full regalia befitting an Aztec priest - or, perhaps, in this case, an Aztec god. He stamped at the Sureños and hurled cars at them. What was a killing zone a minute ago had the makings of a bloodbath now. It was time to take action before too many people were killed, willing the Avatar to emerge from within me. In truth, I felt no different, but I knew that there were lots of changes that took place in the space of a single breath. In an instant, I was flying and saw a car, thrown by the villain that rebounded off the pavement and was flying right at Christina. I guess that I could have caught the car or deflected it, but instead I chose instead to scoop up the woman that, in this short time, I had already realized I loved. My heart swelled with pride as I saved her from certain death and held her in my arms. "Avatar?" she asked in surprise. She was clearly as afraid as someone doing a bungee jump for the first time. But she showed little of her fear. She merely clung to me for a few seconds before she added, "Thank you for saving me . . . But, there are lives to be saved." She was right. And despite the warmth that I felt from holding her so and her tight grip on me, I set her down on a sturdy looking building far away from the battle. Then I turned back. The rest was fairly routine to me by now. The Aztec was surprised by me, clearly not expecting anyone with that level of power to be around. So, when I flew into him, fist first, he fell to the ground and groaned. With all of the power that I put into that, he was bleeding from his jaw where I struck. His gangsters scattered and the street became quiet.||
no se que me estas haciendo
que tu me estas envolviendo
y por ti me estoy muriendo....
Porque yo soy tu gata
Dale....Tu eres mi negro .....
Tu a mi me llenas pa'
A mi me pones mal
Nene ven aca
Yei ye...ahh...Yei ye
|"You must go on, Howard," she said, gasping for breath. Her body felt cold from blood loss. She struggled to grasp my hand and hold it firmly as she continued, "The world needs a man like you who knows right from wrong and can do something about it, a man like Avatar. Sea valiente, mi amor - be brave my love . . . I will forever be watching you and waiting patiently to hold you again. Make me proud, mi amor." The strength waned from Christina's hand, but I kept a firm grip on her. The life waned from her body, and I felt a chill inside myself knowing that she would soon be gone from the Earth. As she slipped away, I whispered in her ear. "I love you, Christina . . . I love you, forever."||
Hay amores que se esfuman con los años
Hay amores que su llama sigue viva
Los inciertos que son rosa y son espina
Y hay amores de los buenos come tú?
Hay amores que se siembran y florecen
Hay amores que terminan en sequía
Los que traen desengaños en la vida
Y hay amores de los buenos como tú?
Mi amor, mi buen amor, mi delirio
Son amores de los buenos como tú?