Friday, February 27, 2009

No Police Report Insurance Claim

The Nobodies.

Fleas dream of buying a dog and dream
leave the poor nobodies, that one magical day rain suddenly
good luck, it pours
good luck, but good luck does not rain yesterday or
today, tomorrow, or never, drizzle falls
sky good luck, even that no one calls and
although they chop the left, or get up on the right foot
, or begin the year getting a broom.
The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of nothing.
The nobodies: the no, the no, running
rabbits, dying through life, screwed rejodidos.
Who are not, but could be.
Do not speak languages, but dialects. Not
religions, but superstitions.
It do not make art, but handicrafts.
Do not have culture, but folklore.
Who are not human beings, but human resources.
Do not have faces, but arms.
Do not have a name, but numbers.
not listed in world history, but in the chronic
Red local press.
The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills
.

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