Juan dicent

Take a look at these hands
They are blackyellowhite

Take a look at these hands
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On Sundays, not much money
I eat at a chicken place.
People wait in line for hours
to have it fried or baked.
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The heat in your eyes
sharp as a knife
a tie
a baby in pampers
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Not now, not here, says the voice of a woman
over his left eyelid.
And he can not help but wink
that these same words have been said before like this,
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Get out of the way
here comes the freight train
dressed in gray,
a black tie,
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There is nothing more loveable than my woman's hips

You can talk about white beaches
and landscapes of mountains with yellow flowers in bloom
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I started leaving things at her apartment
I wanted to live with her
but all of a sudden I changed my mind.
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I will not shave.
Everyone asks,
It is really boring,
but not her.
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There's a man on the corner
Long filthy hair and nails

He looks at the sky
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On every corner of this town
there's a haitian woman
with a child in her arms
and two coins for eyes.
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This town will drag you down
so many things pass before your eyes
you forget adjectives
the rain, filling up the gutters
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There she was
dropping tunes like a Stainway
her last words still in my head
round and round and round
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