I live at the intersection
of two big avenues.
now, beside the landscape of this new world,
there are a hell of
polish,
czech,
and other unrecognizable minorities.
they came after the wall and electrical fences fell down between
the west!
of Europe and the ''new European mexicano''
-the rest!
of the European unrecognizable world.-
and also
mexicans,
aztac -not high Tech, that is Indian, -
Colombians,
-some still call them: the uncrackable crack people, they sweep in out and off without warning.-
but most of them
are the new 'Che' generation
-trabajo para usted barato así que usted puede divertirse con marijuana.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem