All too real false myth
Simple madness for all and none to see
to sense, to smell, to drink and fuck.
Streets of fear paved in blood.
Common grave pit much too soon.
Broken dreams sinking down into bitter crevices
silent screams from dirty bus stops, empty parks,
trendy bars and coffee shops.
To feel the brush of something less real,
a caress from any kind truth.
Adrián Boutureira
Houston, 1985
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