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For the man dragging a shopping cart
this is the best house on this street
besides the colors of the cherry blossoms in bloom
there's a lot of empty bottles of beer in the garbage
and the beautiful old woman who pours them
in the sink without drinking a drop
always comes out with a cup of chocolate and a bagel
that he swallows looking at the sky.

Uté ve ete clima doña gringa
así son to lo día en mi tierra
la palmera frotando la penca
y el mar e tibio y limpio como el alma de un loco
Dio mío, qué gana tengo de volvé.

The beautiful old woman understands not the language
but she understands the longing in the voice
in the body of the man dragging a shopping cart
and everyday, together
they are cutting off one of the countless fingers of loneliness.