There was a time when nothing seemed
that we would win. We resisted
flu
boring classes,
A wise and broken shoes.
unknowingly share the same hunger, the same dream, that childhood
austere and sacred love for what little joy in the shooting of a tequila
the music of the Ramones and
films of Cantinflas,
We
vague and friendly,
indignant we seeing rain,
indignant we know that life someday
would move to Mars.
Following
traveling a stranger would feed us,
live on the line where the smile and the drama
our philosophy would be made up in bed,
the secret formula for failure row:
or lose it all or you do not lose to anyone.
/ / therefore no right
We declare a general strike
and indignation. We declare ourselves free
divinity,
and exhausted by nature waive
to forget and work for nothing.
There was also a time when we wanted to invent
global glue the broken hearts,
but we left a bitter tears
everywhere.
imagine:
all flooded up to the neck, crying photos
ink
paint the walls crying, screaming
clothes dirt and fatigue. We did
mojitos with tears
and drunken we sat at
sighed at not being able to scream.
Then
All dead
passion and with the charred bones, the wind
purged us taking us to
other Sures,
and asleep in the shade of a clump of pulled
lulo on each other,
eyes swollen, went silent until
be forgotten, leaving the pulp
and life experiences.
Edison Díaz
