In Spanish-speaking areas, the word vecino is today used either as equivalent to the English word "neighbour" or to mean a resident of a place. Historically in Spain and its empire, it referred to a householder of considerable social position in a town or a city, similar to the term of "freeman" or "freeholder."
Historically, throughout the Spanish Empire a vecino was a person who has a house and home in a town or city and contributes to its expenses, not necessarily living near to the person referring to him; a local figure of some worth but not an aristocrat, often the encomendero holding land in the surrounding countryside with a house within a nearby city. A person with a house in a place that he contributes to can be a vecino although not currently living there. In the old sense it was closer to "freeholder" or "freeman" than "neighbour".
In the American colonies a vecino was sometimes a person of relatively high status, more than just free. In the "Indies" (Indias)—the American colonies such as the Viceroyalty of the River Plate—a vecino had to be married, living in the location, a property-owner, and of good public reputation. There were military formations of vecinos, and only vecinos were summoned to an open cabildo (an extraordinary open meeting of the administrative council). Although many laws referred to vecinos, and others specified qualifications of residence, property, and respectability, the term vecino as such was in general use and not explicitly defined.
dead spaces
ruins of morality
old scars
smouldering remains of energy
and a crystal like a flame frozen
my consciousness
the army - they are a few
because those who have the fight within
and faces pale white
pass away too often
the enemy seems to be powerfull
and it is easier not to provoke him
cowards!
the might you know not!
the path of enlightment marked with tears
will not go back anymore
the art
is not to get lost in a vicious dance
in a maze of turnings
mirages unreliability
once
there was something
taken away from me
i fought
once iwon
the victory redeemed with blood
many had to die
i am ashamed of a shadow of doubt
i have been not esteemating
the might!
once i was given something
in the black of the night
i was dazzled by the gleam of its blackness
and the trees were bowing down before it
now when they are asleep
dream takes their senses away
and plays with their thoughts
in the kingdom of dream
there is no place for them
how much time will flow
before i finish the dukedom
I am not able to know
this i know
it will be ye entrancemperium...