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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