Puentes

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(Mural de Gabino Castelan, Galeria Resobox)

Ya sé, es tan difícil encontrarse

acá, en esta ciudad donde la noche es larga

traes tu civilización despierta entre los umbrales del puente y los dioses

mientras cuentas los segundos hasta el próximo tren

y las plegarias del maíz viajan a contramano en vias descarriladas

anunciando lunas nuevas

cuando vagones transitan locales hasta el amanecer

solo por que ahí, en tu parada se derraman restos

del tiempo sagrado de los cazadores aztecas.

About Are You Hung Up

I am a trained philosopher but usually make a living teaching middle school or writing Spanish scripts for Youtube. I get hung up on things. So here is my writing about whatever I'm hung up on in the moment. I'm from Argentina and my style of writing might have too many run ons for you. Consider that too.
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