didn’t you know that palm trees die every day?

ten girls jump rope until the sun faints.

caged, the storks clean their feathers against the bars
to discover they are peacocks.
their wings twist from sea to sun.

it is hot.
the sea gets riled and sparks salty
photos with no record.

the gas station charges us for using the atm.
love buys a beer and drinks it
on the car hood.

loco, you are beautiful.

if at some point you find me on a roof smoking alone,
light me up.
i’ll wait for you, even if it becomes night
and the pipe runs out.
you have hands that cradle flames.

from one fleeting scent to another, loco,
quit it.

didn’t you know that during the day the streets are also empty?

go down to hell before turning and erring.
we need to lunch in sin and come back
on time for perdition.

when you don’t know how to pronounce me
in places where i can’t overcome words,
i look at you with a fixed stare,
to fix you and you’re slippery. 

didn’t you know that i want to show up at your door
with a box of pastelillos every morning?

the streets at night also get crowded



with lights and problems
and people fight because they haven’t slept.