• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 03
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The Gun

was born in the winter
of the eternal Spring
surrounded by flowers of every color
singing birds
and swimming pools

On Sundays we would go to the market
to buy corn dough and grapes
that I would later eat
by the swing
with my best friend

The market smells like coriander and yellow fruit
like Cempazuchitl flower in the day of the Dead

I grew up here
I walked to the school
every morning
with my sister
and three dogs
the dogs would go back home

I cried here my first death
a traffic accident
in the old north highway
I was here when I heard
that my aunt was shot
in the heart


The Gun

My first time was here
with my high-school sweetheart

One day
we were stopped
by men carrying AK-47

One day
the cops
opened my car
and stole my CDs
the neighbor saw

I found my brothers here
we go to bars
talk about chicks
play cards

I found my wife here
we kissed here
for the first time

One day
we could't get home
there were tanks in the street


The Gun

That day
it got worse
We fight someone's war
we are the hero
and the enemy
our decapitated bodies
wake up by the main roads
we are hanged
in the bridges
our gray veins are full
of blood

I remember the flowers
the birds and the swimming pools

Do not be sad

you can keep
with the powder of my bones
beyond the sea
on the other side of the wall

I am here
no more
the city is gone