Morir se hace fácil, con la práctica
Me disculpo por adelantado: ustedes no esperaban esto. The hills here “crawl with crime”: this, you’d not like (There always was so much you dared not lose) – Yet, from a distance, huddled wines and blues On quake-forgiven housefronts only dyke The eyes from too much dawn, which here’s so light- Fingered you scarce notice what’s not there: The gecko on the wall takes in its stare Houses, people, governments, and each night Winks something out - the hill’s mosaic of lives Sighs and shifts; but who or what is missed Next morning, next week’s learned not to exist. New losses evict the old, and what survives Has to prove useful in the heat and flies: Rice, shoes; a young girl's bike; another’s lies. Cuando vine acá, una de mis ex, española, muy preocupada, me dijo: allá la vida vale poco . Quería que mi estancia en Ecuador fuera breve, de turista: le mentí y le dije que así sería. No entendí lo de que la vida valía poco. ¿La vida de quién? La mía siempre ha valido poco. Las que valen m...