This roar

waking in the mid of a second

splitting air and ears

I am in Mexico.


My country bleeds 

out of every corner

but we got used to the sight of fate.


I walk upon these old streets

ever changing faster than my skin

in the light of the sun.


I remember these good days

when you drove me around and 

you smiled when I sang out of tune

and sometimes well. 


We miss a good leader

safety is rare 

money comes in tight belts

but the mangos stay the same. 




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