Rómulo Pardo Urías English effort: poetry, thoughts and texts

June the first and that 2002 vandalized Tokio street

That night I’ve danced

with all my soul. Were you watching

to me? The men voice told me:

you are crazy and you are going to keep on the trip.

Anyway, that morning I began to scream harder:

where are the psychoanalysts?

Well, that night in Tokio I began to scream against

the rest of my family, that June day.

And this is not a poem.

And an explosion occurs in Coatepec.

So no one will ever hear…

And that’s the nightmare… of my memory.

Good by unloved of my life.


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