THE RAISED FIST – ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF “EL PUÑO EN ALTO” BY JUAN VILLORO

The Raised Fist You are from the place where you pick up the garbage. Where two bolts of lightning fall in the same place. Because you saw the first, you wait for the second. And you’re still here. Where the earth opens and people come together. You arrived late again: You’re alive because you’re unpunctual,... Continue Reading →

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The toughest guy on the street sells frilly pink socks for infant girls  My neighbour doesn’t smoke weed anymore  In the inky dawn a mariachi blows his trumpet across the sky  It floats to the doorstep, where he now sniffs solvents, all night blank  The same sad señora pushes her little pile of carnitas across... Continue Reading →

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