Cervantes
Cervantes hardly speaks Spanish
He plays the ukulele and offers his story
We hurry our drinks with a gulp
and go down to the main plaza
Morelia, San Cristobal, Guanajuato:
Cities we´ll see again
The animal spirit makes a cross
Cats protect the doors of the underworld
Houses floating in the eyes of the dead
Faces like books born without speech
Cervantes whispers:
Tied up in my teeth lies the devil´s head
Spiders form circles that only the worm knows
Contemplate the unity of mystery
The Chamula Sun will burn everything
I don´t matter. For me there is no remedy