Un día ya no seré más pregunta
miraré al mar desde el castillo de la curva tras el cerro,
me lanzaré precipitado y me colgaré de un péndulo de flores,
caeré de pie como nací sin querer un día.
Ya no seré duda ni hambre
correré un día y otro hasta mil
como un rumor que recorre las pieles de la gente
perhaps beyond where I missed a moment
perhaps closer to the corner of that first kiss
with who knows whom and who knows when.
probably my dreams and paper plane fall there:
Just when it broke a nose to defend the useless
honor of my own name and surname
asmore men were so
there was only blood, now Tues Tues
angry flower porteño
withered by the wind,
burned by fire,
provided by the simple smile
of who in the hills as I missed
and became a street child
huacho and mestizo
my Valparaíso.
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