[Intro] They drew the map in red, homicide rates, displacement zones, conflict corridors. The people who live here drew a different map entirely. Theirs has palos and puentes. Abuelas and tee-endas. Same geography. Different cartography. [Verse 1. The Official Map] Outsider's map is colour-coded danger, stratified by fear, Red zones, conflict corridors, marked "do not enter here." Statistics printed neatly: displacement, homicide, assault, El barrio reduced to numbers, circumstance one's fault. Data never captures what la tee-enda que presta knows: Who needs credit this week, whose kid outgrew their clothes. The mototaxi driver maps the hillside by the curves, Not the census tract, but family that every corner serves. Journalist and tourist arrive, photograph graffiti and gun, Leaves before abuela serves almuerzo en olla pa' everyone. The map they publish sells a city made of sicarrio scars, The map people live is made of dreams beyond the stars. [Hook] The map they carve made: personas invisibles en fronteras , The map lived: encanto que rompe barreras. Same mountain, different summit, different cartography to follow, The care network's the contour line the crisis map can't swallow. [Verse 2. The Care Network] Comuna Trece: the escalators brought the tourists and the fame, But the neighbourhood organised before infrastructure came. Juntas de acción, comunal governance below state, Community assemblies deciding while municipality debates. Moravia grew a garden on a garbage tip, composting the past, Life and library rose where the systems refuse once amassed. Santo Domingo's metrocable didn't save, connected what was there, Social fabric pre-woven, thread by thread, respect with care. One doesn't rescue a community, one witnesses their living systems, The abuela network IS governance with ancestral algorithms. La tienda extends credit when the bank account says no, The neighbour watches children while the parent's work flow. Every act of mutual aid a node nourished, fresh flesh, The cartography of care: invisible, essential, enmeshed. [Hook] The map they carve made: personas invisibles en fronteras , The map lived: encanto que rompe barreras. Same mountain, different summit, different cartography to follow, The care network's the contour line the crisis map can't swallow. [Verse 3. The Counter-Map] What if one mapped the city by the meals shared: sancocho? By the doors left open during heavy rain: dulce bizcocho ? By women's circles, savings groups, the olla comunitaria, Community que no registra impuestos que no sirven pa' nada. Map the storytellers, map the guides who walk the tourists through, Not the route the guidebook sold, the route los niños del barrio knew. Map the music, the salsa from the balcony , subido hasta ten, The reggaeton that shakes the hill, champeta's coastal yen. Map the resilience, not as overcoming, but as ongoing growing, Not a single act of bravery but a system forever flowing. The cartography of care is hand-drawn, crowd-sourced, incomplete, Updated daily by the invasive pervasive community prevailing in every "invasion" street. [Bridge] La comuna no es un mapa de violencia, Es un mapa de paciencia, resistencia, y presencia. Community isn't a map of what was taken It's a map of what was built by those the system had forsaken. [Outro} Comuna cartography, the map that care filed, Every story a memory, every voice collectively compiled. The care network doesn't need recognition to feel data fit, It's been mapping this terrain before statistician's list exist.
