HUNDREDS OF WORDS... MAY 2013
Marijuana cookies. Front row bus trip. More movies than mountains, coastlines and deserts. Bus hiccupped. Then broke down. Second hand toy smugglers stranded. Centaurs on sand dunes. Shaky on stilts. Later up and down gutters. Cobbler on the corner. Old but not worn out. Tobacco? No. Tobacco? No. Tobacco? No. Blackout. Candles and cell phones.
Suitcase on reclined passenger seats. Suitcase on roof racks with shoe lace. Suitcase up three ights of stairs. Suitcase I wish you could y like a honing pigeon. Yellow wee in beaker. Negative stain. Sigh relief. Fail in Love With Me for screaming schoolgirls. Ends.
Second show suspended. Breakfast too. Television interview in vain. Promoted show no go. Unsuitable space. Then rain. Egg. Rice. Rice. Egg. Fried. Boiled. And Scrambled. Los Miserables. Out of tune outlaws. Outside their borders and out of money. Lonely freeway parade. Police honk past. Splattered bloody faced passenger. Or was it Spiderman? Perform for warm mountains. Children doll doctors attend decapitated Ken. Luke warm hot springs. Three high human pyramids.
One legged tree musician. Swinging on branch post composition. Celery leaf from empty restaurant. Oregano 20 centavos. Hot water from hamburger joint. Street hustler shamanism. Let the blood run free.
Horns, sirens, skinny streets. Crowded combies going everywhere. Jump on hop off hold on we´re gone. Rivers of dry stones. Sniffing dogs howl thirsty tears. Quinoa and corn applaud and perform in amphitheater farms. Cornelio directs with ancestral machete in harmonious hands. Petroglyphs and pure air. Snakes shining with the sun. The devil hidden in the shadows. Mountain faces explode. Shedding tumbling stones. Follow donkey jockey past fractal cactus. Snow peaks peeking behind the landscape. Barefoot and boxer shorts. Cross burning cold rivers. Scale steep slippery stone. Sing water songs. Red beak ducks dance where we wouldn´t dare.
First farewells. Dark taxi rides. Bartering bus fares. Watching dramas unfold. Three legged dog turns its back on it all. Faces full moon. Before boarding in moment. Long legs and long legs between here and there. Old movies commentated and debated out loud by cholitas. Moustachioed men snore like nobodies hearing. Friends of friends receive us like old friends. Chance upon mini Michael Jackson imitator. Blue moon walking. Rocking the world with another MJ double. Shaman stamping walking stick . Slapping tambourine. Singing biblical verses to indigenous rhythm. Theatre prohibited in Main Square. Nevertheless preachers yell memorized scripts. Nobody listens. Snore.
Adios Adios Adios Adios Adios
Trujillo. brave blind buskers and retired seniors dreaming to be singers and dancers. mango, pawpaw and pineapple juice. taxis and the one that joyrode away with our yerba mate on its roof. Chan Chan and your ceramic designs that inspired video games.
Adios loyal hairless dogs standing watch over history.
Adios three biscuits for a sol. 8 breads for a sol. Your willingness to share your sol. Adios neighbourhoods where every home is a cornerstore, milkbar or grocery. Where if you don´t give up, you will find avocadoe late in the evening. Watercolour thankyou´s. Adios.
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