HUNDREDS OF WORDS... JUlio 2014

Two doors down. The man sits on his verandah.Stares at the horizon. And listens.

He found what I needed. Inside a biscuit tin. It wasn´t a biscuit.

A father. Sits with his daughter. Cutting holes. Into her jeans. Fashionably.

On the outskirts. People do private business. In the public space.

It started raining. And the neighbours squealed. Sexually.

A little girl. Said to her mother.

Look at that person. I said I´m no person.

I´m an alien. And she laughed.

Step in dog poo. Find money.

Treasures on the ground.

Police permit alcohol. And prohibit marijuana.

On the hill.

Right before the game. The whole street. Suffered a black out. All the electricians. Were already comfortable. In front of their televisions.

Jump on back of bus. Free ride to other house. Hang bed sheets. To darken terrace.

Cable extends just enough. To position television. In the right spot.

Shrilling whistles. Cutting through ominous horns.Then a heavy silence. Goal to Brasil.

Lean forward. Recline back.

Stand up. Sit down.

Hold breath. And sigh.

Aguadiente calmed tension.

Wife throws down cheese. From window above.

Fresh cheese. Packaged in banana leaf.

Rubbish bin. Lamppost.

And classical music. Made the show possible.

The lady. Helping park cars. Confided me. She is saving up. For a television. And a fridge.

A man. Stood beside Renata. And remarked. What he does is beautiful. Renata agreed. Then he said. You are very beautiful too.

Walk down a hill. Then up another. Turn down a street. And end up. Near where we began.

Hear about. A street person.

Setting a chained girl free. With a nail file.

Another street person arrived.

Put his hand.Between the file.

And the girls skin. So she wouldn´t get hurt.

She was performing. They were alive.

The majority. Didn´t see.

Bucket. Pot. Lid. In a line. Catching raindrops.

Rusty red bricks. Scaly salmon tiles. Sloping with surroundings.

Inside the balloon. And old man remembered. How he used to walk these hills.He forgot however. That his daughter dated. The man beside him.

By the river. On the edge of a cliff. They built homes. With bits and pieces.

Accidental shoplift. Went off without a hitch.

Father and son. Skating on trolley.

Down hills. Delivering milk.

Kukas. Come free.

Only with kumis.

Cafeteria. Goal!

Cross the street. Goal!

Reach the corner. Goal!

Another cafeteria. Goal!

Sitting in the library. Raining goals.

Bus driver. Picks up cheap fruits. Along the road.

Banana salesman. Gives us a bunch.

Girl behind me. Vomits. And leaves bag. Open. Bouncing. And spilling.

Devilish taxi driver. Asks his way to the address. Asks a kid in the street. How much he should charge us.

Wander. And wonder.

In Cali.

Find a friend. Who takes us to the cats.

The cleaning lady. Likes the red one.

Best.

Ask for help. Get confused. And end up. Nowhere.

And worried.

Walk home. Knock on the door.

Wait an hour. Phone.

He was inside. All the time.

Fall asleep. Fully clothed.

Arepas. Café. On morning stove.

Fall asleep to salsa. Rise to vallenato. Silence only in sleep.

Wait ages. On corner. Where juice lady. Chops fruits.

Watch two men. Halt traffic. And help people cross. Turning empty palms. For coins.

We lose patience. And bus.

And wait another hour. Inside official terminal.

Bus so full. Passengers hanging out doors.

Two hours waiting. Two hours bus.

For thirty minutes. In mountains.

And river.

Return in busier bus. Front seat chicken.

Clucks when bus beeps.

In dark street. Man in front.

Stops. Adjusts socks.

Turns. And says:

I felt a giant behind me.

Stroll down. Vacant streets. Minutes before Final.

Watch first half. Eating sweet plantain corn pizza.Watch second half. In stadium seats. In a park. Full of tension.

Dog barks. Slips. And almost falls. When someone missed a goal.

Huge celebrations. When game ends. We all cheer: GOLEADOR, JAMES, GOLEADOR!

Pack our luggage. Into mini taxi.

And can´t wave goodbye. Body trapped under suitcases.

Life is Beautiful. Plays on the television.

Colombian music. Plays through the speakers.

I doze off. And sleep brokenly.

To destination.

Cross border. With Telmo.

Travelling tradesman. With saints name.

And backpack of tools. Following his instincts.

The artisan market. Lots of stalls. Selling exactly the same.

One woman. Waits tables like octopus.

So many views. From so many places.

Spend night. In home without edges. Or curtains. With huge heavy key. And flowers for locks.

Stared stoned at stars. Before peaceful sleep. Find the light switches. At my hip height.

Find my way home. Following landmarks.

Like Pharmacy Farmacia.

Visit friends store. My head hidden.

In hanging piñatas.

One hare Krishna. In full restaurant.

Waited.Waiting tables.

While we waited. And waited.

Bags full of vegetables. A dollar. A dollar.

Pizzas. Wine.

Chocolate.

Pizzas. Wine.

Chocolate. Thank our friends.

Little kids. Sell drugs. To big kids.

The rehabilitation Centre. Got shutdown. Most of the patients. Reassumed their addictions.

Lie on grass. Watch Chinese chickens. With fluffy feathers. Peck rice.

Birds. And butterflies. Flock. And flutter. To colourful gardens.

Transform garden. Into theatre.

Bamboo stakes. Wire saves dangerous situation.

Perform intimate show. For crazy kids.

And laughing parents.

Kid says: Objects don´t have feelings.

They´re made by men.

Revise old notes. Remember a son.

Piggybacking his mum. Across a river.

He was like a father. And she was like.A grandmother.

A daughter. And a granddaughter.

At the same time.

Australia. Known for kangaroos. But not for their relatives.

Known for didgeridoos. But not for who played them.

Known for its landmarks. But not for who inhabited them.

A stolen generation. An unknown generation.

Midnight bus. Stops behind buses. Landslide ahead.

As we wrap in blankets.Lights.

And engines. Spark movement. And shortly after.

Destination served.

Jungle path. Overgrown.

Muddy. Giant snails.

The home stripped. Ramsacked? Hurricane?

Fire? Eerily deserted.

Follow trail. Pass basil.

Lemons. Cacao.

And ayahuasca.

Find the son. And grandson.

Preparing for work.

What happened to the home? Don Juan passed away.

Doña Maria lives here now.

Intermittent sleep. In bus seats. Recovered on timber floor.

Awake to music. Insects whirring. Birds chirping. Voices in Quichua. And rustling plants.

Roadside butterflies. Circle. And pose.

Golden specks. Shimmer in the river.

Tree is closet. Branch for pants. Broken branch. For hanging hat.

Fairy wish tree. Where wishes.

And fairies. Begin their journeys. Born from a seed.

Wash out. Soapy suds.

In river. And retrieve. A dead fish.

Surrounded. By 89 butterflies.

Cocoon. Transforming.

Upon a wasps nest. Upon a tree.

Mesmerizing colours. And designs.

Playing in the mud.

Boys. With slingshots.

And stones. Say.

They play. With birds.

Corn. Tangled in jungle. Occupied by ants.

Pick. Twist. Slit. And slice open. My little finger.

Red. Splashed on yellow. And fallen on green.

Ponsé hanging off wrist. Head huddled in hood. Finger wrapped in corn leaf.

Bounce kernels. In our palms.

Fire orange pips. Between finger.

And thumb.

Quietly shake down oranges.Don´t disturb the bees.

She piles oranges. In her jumper.

Revealing piles of breasts. Hanging below.

Before sun goes down. The yellow chest Kulendas.

Fly overhead. Their freeway.

To bed.

Stumble on neighbor.Peeing in the dark.

Four hours. Sellng folded toilet paper.

Reaps four little dollars.

Indigenous man. Preaches Jesus. Talks down curanderos. Anglo saxon me. Listens. Baffled. How times turn.

Different jungle. Same bug.

Bitten intimately. Where menthol rubbed. Burns.

Dogs on roofs. Kings of castles. Barking down. At dirty rascals.

Eyes burn. Staring through windows.

On a computer.

Humans recollect. Plastic bottles. Stray dogs. Eat bread. A broom.

Sweeps up. Behind them.

Taxis always want to charge extra. For the big suitcase.

Like weight consumes more fuel.

Go to lineal park. Cross zig zag bridge.

Laugh at silence. After someone reveals.

Their star sign.

Fall asleep. Lunchtime. Wake up. Midnight.

Lost in time. Momentarily.

Pigeons. Peck at rice. And one another.

Woman spoon feeds. Her wheelchair bound companion.

Travelling sock salesman. Thanks god. Post sale.

Scratch bug bites. Peel off dead skin. Pick nose. Crack joints. And shave.

Taxi like a temple. Aroma.

Temperature. A stone.

And lights.

Wide brimmed hats. And plastic bags.

Dance in windy Guayaquil.

Violinist crabs. Don´t play violin.

Or fight.

Tourist trails. To front doors. Human zoo.

Strangers know more. Than google.

Sleepy lunchtime animals. Get no peace.

Can´t wipe bum. With jet hand dryer. In restaurant toilets.

Old folks. Enter alone.

Nod to one another. In vegetarian restaurant.

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