Ojala Everything Fuera Epic de León

Ojala Everything Fuera Epic de León

Ojala everything fuera epic.

Ojala everyone were héroes.

Ojala el cambio exacto, el jingle de las monedas; su desliz de una en una

en el coin slot de salida;

the tollbooth cuando regresas.

Ojala el pavimento, the hairline fractures que lo quiebran,

the feet que cantan stomp-tomp-tomp sobre ellas; the feet that go down cuando van al sur against sentido común y never-ending traffic en la calle donde mi ciudad’s name is given,

un nombre de apellido.

Ojala las fechas que festejamos.

Ojala los paises que llamamos hermanos.

Ojala las everyday rutinas; el primer shift desde las 5 hasta eight hours después; el PM con guts y tetas; los nocturnos desde el “I didn’t get any sleep” hasta el “ya para que despierto.”

Ojala los insectos de desierto, the unbearable, intocables, carroñeros, interminables, unnamable insectos de desierto.

Ojala el pushon con gabardina. Ojala the whores, stray perros y ojala the hollow, sunken heat que derrite concreto y the middle –of-the-road sparrow cold que de vez en cuando taladra huesos.

Ojala todos were alive and better.

Ojala nuestros dances never get in the way of las balas que in the drift bailan

las stray balas

las perdidas and cheap and illegal y percutidas balas.

Ojala las abuelas no nos hechen de menos.

Ojala nuestros carros never end up all thrashed up, all holed up, all bloodied up, all torn down en una random y congestionada esquina.

Ojala las calles could speak y revelarán names y faces.

Ojala my rearview mirror could scream y arruinara el suspenso; me dijera what, when and where,

so I could duck, so I could speed up, so I could break, get out and run away, para quedarme en casa y nunca jamas volver a salir otra vez.

Ojala black leather jackets.

Ojala stylish custom-made sunglasses.

Ojala himnos de valor humano, valor humano que triumphs on the face of defeat, ojala clever contradicciones “pa’ que aprendamos a respetar”,

“pa’ que recordemos como juzgar”,

“pa’ que empezemos a extrañar, a good old better time cuando there were buenos y malos:

los malos mataban as a way of life,

los buenos solo mataban to survive.”

Ojala we could revive alguna semblanza of something reminiscent of normalidad.

Ojala algún final were nigh.

Ojala este final were nigh.

Ojala EL final were nigh.

Ojala everything fuera epic.

Ojal everyone were héroes.

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