Homero Aridjis
in this valley surrounded by mountains, a lake, and amid
a city lake, where an eagle tore
a snake on a prickly plant
land.
men arrived one morning riding barbados
and razed the temples of the gods,
palaces, walls, cemeteries, and blinded
canals and fountains.
on its ruins, its very stones
built houses the vanquished by the victors,
erected their churches God, and the streets ran
why the days to their oblivion.
Centuries later, the crowd was conquered again,
climbed the hills, down the gullies,
tubing rivers, felled trees,
and the city began to die of thirst.
One afternoon, a crowded street, a woman came up to me
,
and all night and all day we walked the streets
nameless disfigured
neighborhoods of Mexico-Tenochtitlan, Distrito Federal.
packages include human and car traffic jams,
squares, markets and hotels,
met our bodies, we
of both a body.
When she left, the city was left alone with their crowds
,
the lake dried, the sky and mountains
nebluno invisible.
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