~El Abanico~
Part of my life is always on the table.
Bought expensively,
washed chopped fried,
reduced in the pan, served on a plate,
eaten and enjoyed,
yes I love you.
The rest lives underneath,
with the gum and our memories,
mamma's pets,
dad's radio,
our meals together.
You are my tablecloth,
my Goya cartoon
with the dog the garden the curios of love
in the folds of my Japanese fan,
your heart, the blooming cactus,
the dog the cat, all life
and the wind across my face in the afternoon, the morning.
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