Endless Poetry

Tocopilla

This tremor,

this stunning,

this sliding towards the abyss...

the distant and the never.

I lost my mountains and

their tangy scent.

I lost my ocean

and its swarms of seagulls.

From Tocopilla to Santiago, two

thousand kilometers of tears,

listening to my

dreams falling apart.

I landed Matucana Street,

now in decadence,

but at the time,

the main artery of a

working-class neighborhood.

War! War!

El Combate makes war

to the dear life!

You're late.

Sorry, Dad.

A drunkard was stabbed, he

had the guts in the air.

And to you, have you stabbed your legs?

What day is it?

Saturday!

The day you fill up with customers.

You should have been on time!

Listening,

These lousy ones pretend to be

unhappy, but they are thieves.

If you see them fly,

make me a gesture.

Thieves!

Thieves!

Bug it! He knows he is guilty,

he will not defend himself.

- I can not do that!

- No pity in me!

I'm telling you to hit him!

Again! Again!

Strike harder!

Look!

A thief!

Clear!

That's what the thieves are waiting for here!

Very good.

Come on, it's over, move on.

Come on.

Jaime, I thought you had changed

but you stayed the same

You do not like to dominate

And what?

I work as a convict

to feed the family!

I should be flying?

Let's calm down

My mother comes today to drink the mat

and eat strawberry cake

My very holy mother!

Again?

I am fed up with this life!

Congratulations!

El Combate settles his account

not only to thieves,

but also to the expensive life!

It stinks of soot and excrement here.

How can you live like this?

The nose is getting used to, Mom

One day, with the help of God

We will have an elegant

shop in the center.

Sit down and drink a mate

This is your brother's birthday.

I never forget it, mother

Ah, Jos...

How could you die suffocated? by a piece of strawberry cake?

Calm yourself

Calm yourself

You have suffered far too many years

Pretty, Mom

I will return you

The son you lost

"Green and I want you green." "Green wind." "The boat on the sea, the horse on the mountain.

"The shadow around the belt, she dreams at her balcony,

" green flesh, green hair,

with cold silver eyes.

"Green and I want you green.

" Below the gypsy moon,

"all things look at her but she can not see

them." = = "Green and I want you green.

"Green and I want you green."

Garca Lorca!

That one, it speaks of love, but it is a fagot!

Like all the poets, all the

painters, the dancers,

the actors...

If you keep reading these dirt,

you will become fagot like him!

Sale sh*t.

Instead, read your books on biology.

My son must become a great doctor.

Yes, Dad.

Nothing but books of biology,

and I will be a great doctor.

Men do not cry.

Alejandrito I bring you

this precious gift

Your grandmother entrusted me

the violin Of his son Jos

Peace to His Soul

It would make her so happy

What you learn to play From

this venerable instrument

Open it

You will take lessons

At the Conservatory of Music

More...

It looks like a coffin!

But what do you say?

- He carries a dead man!

- A dead person!

- It smells rotten!

- The rotten!

- It's a dead man!

- A dead man!

Shut up, sh*t!

Do not worry, my boy.

A nude virgin will light your path

with a fiery butterfly.

This drunk,

converted into a prophet by wine,

in one sentence

pulled me from the abyss.

"A nude virgin will illuminate your path... "... with a fiery butterfly. " Quickly, Jaime They are going to kill

We do not give a damn, For nothing,

You guard the money. = = I keep it

Advance

"The flower sings, and disappears.

"How can we complain?"

Gay!

I stop seeing the world

through your eyes.

"Nocturnal rain,

" empty house. " Gone! " My traces on the way, fade away little by little.

"The flower sings, and disappears..."

Gay!

"How can we complain about it?" "Nocturnal rain, empty house.

"My tracks on the way, gradually fade away."

Poetry,

You will illuminate my way, like a fiery butterfly.

Good evening, papa.

Good evening, Mom.

Good evening, Alejandrito

I see that you have done your homework

Tomorrow, Sunday We'll

go to my mother's house

I promised him a cake

I go to the kitchen to prepare it

Get Rid of Dinner

Disinfect this filth.

Leave it and come here.

I have...

something important to tell you.

Something important? You?

Save me!

We're going to die!

I promised her a cake!

Calm down!

What a coward, but what a coward!

My God!

Do not let fear dominate you!

This is just an earthquake.

Come on.

Leave this!

Come here.

As cowardly as their dogs!

The fear

worsens the damage.

Your mind is stronger

than any earthquake.

Come on, be brave:

laugh with me!

You see?

It was nothing.

Let's count the money.

What were you telling

me just now?

It was not important.

God be praised

He saved the cake From

my venerable mother

Hello, Sara.

Jaime.

Hello, small.

You remember me?

You are my uncle Isidoro.

You grew well.

I knew you little like that.

You were big like that,

and you were chasing me

with an insecticide bomb,

threatening to f***

me in the ass!

Alejandrito, what a lack of respect!

It does not matter.

We make peace?

Your body has grown

but not your brain.

Still as stupid as before.

Go, enter. The old ones are waiting for you.

Hello to all, venerable mother

What does that mean, Sara?

I taught you to be on time!

Here's the promised cake

Oh no, my sister,

that's forbidden.

You know very well that

Mom is starting diabetes.

Let me taste it.

It's not possible!

There is more sugar than chocolate!

Fanny, in the trash!

Calm down, my child.

You do not know how to play cards.

Look, on the chair,

there's the scarf that

you started to make me.

Sit down and finish it.

And you, what are you going to study?

- I...

- Medicine!

My son is going to do medicine.

Very good!

I'm not going to do medicine.

I will be a poet!

You're going to starve.

No one is going to die of hunger, Naum.

Like Isidoro, Alejandrito

likes to joke.

You were joking, were not you?

I was joking.

Good,

so you do not get

bored, go to the garden

and feed the pigeons.

Old sh*t...

What do you say?

It's enough?

Getting started.

Sh*t!

Give me three.

Servie.

None.

I pass.

I pass.

Let's see?

Four kings.

Square of aces!

What?

Here, still lost, Jaime!

And one who loses, pays.

Sh*t family!

In the ass!

What are these cries?

This bandit is cutting the tree!

Our tree!

Sh*t family!

- Alejandrito!

- Alejandrito!

Out of here, wild.

Never come back!

Sh*t!

Why my house?

Why my tree?

Wait!

Alejandro, I'm amazed.

Your act of rebellion

is worthy of a poet.

Without saying anything, you said everything.

Are you going to go home tonight?

No, my mother would jump in my face!

Do not worry. Come to the Cereceda sisters.

Are you coming?

Let's go!

This is the home of my friends,

Carmen and Vernica Cereceda.

Come on.

I have never seen their parents.

I do not know if they are

orphans or millionaires,

but I know they love

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