sometimes i want to jump
and live in the jungle of Lam
not in this one, where only matters
yes you wear Nike or the land of some town
hidden in the nails.
sometimes the look is confused
with a cinematographer
and no one answers.
you shout:
lights, camera, blackout.
you know that next friday’s news
They posted it yesterday.
sometimes you light a match and run.
is your island
even if I breathe through a monitor
though the rust from the can opener
with which you record the streets, I make you sick
you keep yelling:
English Translation by Leidy Díaz Hevia