Inspired by the barrio and the sound of the pharmacy sign.
It is
It’s the heat
Under the blanket
The truck passing by
The guy talking on the phone
At 6:00 in the morning
It’s the street
The warm smell
The neighbours screaming
And the one who plays the sax
It’s the church
And the bells
1:00 pm, 2:00 pm, 11:30 pm
A child’s laugh
It’s the woman who also talks on the phone
Moaning
Every morning in her bed
Moaning
It’s the broken stair
The walls full of cracks
And the painting fading
I bet it tastes like dark green
When it rains
people look sad
glaring at something
And they are lost
It’s the pharmacy sign
Also dying
The sound is sustained
Like a fly
Reciting her last wishes
It’s the barrio
And we all are trapped here
Are you the one dancing in the living room?
Or is it you who is crying at the door?