valiste you a cigarette to inhale this murky world,
intact sniffed the smoke and entangled in a sheet,
on a roll, with your agile bony fingers,
subtle, inspired, galloping
left us these stories
prose and subtle, silent, inspiring, and these people
marginalized, excluded, forgotten,
with that logo on the lapel
loneliness filled outbursts and delusions destroyed, lives distressing and gray
all dull, unhappy
like Aristides, Memo
or Garcia, Ludo
or Totem, or Fabiola.
Luciano and his old,
Hannibal in the basement,
Phoenix and the dwarf and the bear.
O Roberto Delmar,
Ephraim and Henry,
and Silvio in the Rose Garden. Or the black
alienated or Monsieur Roberto López
Baruch, and Ramon
and Eusebio.
And all those nameless ones
tormented existence in order for all, with that breath
denied
excluded from the banquet of life, modular podiste
with these stories so sublevantes,
their hopes, their
outbursts and anxieties
Author: JORGE ANTON
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