Ciudad de México
To this day pieces of my past
remain scattered
in the Valley of Mexico
consumed into the warm soft clay
When you said you didn’t love me
lightning struck
three times in the distance
portending tears of a sad affair
In Mexico City I remained
for years on end
taking to the streets
smiling and laughing and enjoying
the companionship
of a compassionate people
accepting the art and music
and language and history as my own
living a lie that my heart
had never been broken
View the Spanish translation version by Lina Ru by clicking here
january two thousand sixteen
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