EPISODE ONE DEVASTATING
By Armando Arteaga
This is the old Café Miami
Where I used to make papaya juice.
here talking to you about many things
forgotten.
remember exactly follow a season
finished, diluted, closed, I apologize.
I'm no good at keeping secrets.
Front, is Quilca, the royal road to the Yungas
the piti-piti, or writing
underground
new tenants, Achor, pankekes
new writers, booksellers
rockers and Loker, glued to the asphalt,
the marimba music of graffiti anarkos
Cajamarca
a cane or sweet abancayina,
and a banana bread
green fruit with megaphones invasive:
to sun avocado.
Quilca or natural script of the street.
clockwise:
Park, doves, and a thousand girls
blowflies on the trash, but
what is garbage?:
plastic bottles, beer cans and canned
tuna, dirty
newspapers and wooden boxes for fruit
oxapampinas or rotten food. Here a hungry
has cried his misfortune.
No longer a hungry stomach has returned
in black leather jacket, same kilowatt
for
theatrical representation of Chekhov's Uncle Vanya.
The hunger is a veteran of tedium
And a little nausea shot through the window
aniseed rabbits and get dim sunlight.
's barely 4 and 10 pm, and the sun
not die yet. Conceal your joy, that small
April tornado that is temporary.
Everything is in ruins.
You are a sailor more
in this sea of \u200b\u200buncertainty. You are a wanderer more
in this city. Do not forget that. Vives
just watch this sweet episode
afternoon. All of this is ephemeral. These lucid
because you're young and you have a permanent office
for observation.
're nothing in this corner of Miami.
Look out the window:
time flies, the lame dog in history. Look
afternoon:
Notice the small details of those trembling hands
dirty laundry in the courtyard
Palomeque alley. Alley
single pipe, take a pasteurina. Look
clothes hanging on the line in the yard, an aspirin.
And a black woman sings: Oh
love if you knew that I miss you ... Watch the patio,
nostalgia in his last round,
almost on canvas, look lorna:
how the street is crumbling, the old house
Republican.
No more eternal cities. There is only
dying cities.
disturbs a dark design.
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