SATELITE CD. JUAREZ
-- A la Colonia Satelite
I return to Juarez in a moment.
I enter the parchment memory of time.
And I can see under shade of cloud thought
I run without motion toward the sublime.
Next to the immanent feature of sound
arise the aromas of roasted corn
and moistened the heart dripping with raindrops
streams over the surface of my vision
The history the Revolution still groans
Effort as momentous as Creation.
Que Viva Villa Que Viva el honor.
Platicame Algo, di que me quieres.
Porque entre tu y yo Ciudad Juarez
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