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ODE TO 'CHICHAíTO' EDNA RODRÍGUEZ SERRANO
Never waits for me, but I still try to chase it down. It’s almost twelve and another night without it. This crystalline elixir from a little starred spice. Even its body is marvelous, Small, slender, fit. Sure, there are plenty of canecas in the sea, But none are worthy of my veneration. And oh, do I worship it! All the way to las cunetas! ¡Arrastrá!, proudly stripped of my senses. It’s almost twelve (again). Damn place can’t open ‘till later?! The epicenter of three-dollar canecas. Chinchorros are a drunk’s best friend, Kind to our pockets and full of all things weird. What more is there to ask? Absolutely nothing. A (to the) N(to the) I(to the) S + a little plastic shot glass ‘bout this size... That my friends, equals my drunken heaven! Now let’s thank El Refugio for this equation. ¡Pa’ arriba, pa’ abajo, pa’l centro y pa’ adentro!
