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#17 M.C.D. (English version part 4). I also ask him if he thinks they tell me something at home and he tells me that surely yes but maybe they will understand, that he arrives for sure they will be happy to see me, I shake his hand and invite him a sip because he deserves it, he does not laugh as stupid his advice comforts me. He says no but I am not offended, on the contrary. I have a couple of drinks. Suddenly the subway stops abruptly a guy with a Steelers cap approaches and holds me by the arm, another one arrives with a plaid shirt and a black backpack that holds me by the other arm, 4 more come out but these dressed as policemen and pull me out of the car, I think I can't hide the bottle well between the seat and my legs, Both of my arms have been twisted; I tell them I just wanted to sing and excuse me. I've been here in the shade for 2 days with 15 others, I'm hungry and I think it smells bad. If only the tamalero hadn't made me his faces, I wouldn't be here now. El Canalla 15.03.23 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp21MMmuyGN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Bir gün pencereler ardı bakarken çok uzaklara, gözlerimiz buluşur gibi olur da bakışların hüzün bulutuyla kaplanirsa, vakit sevme vakti, vakit biz olma vakti midir dersin? Yoksa ağzından dökülemeyen kelimelere sakladığın anlamlar mı zamana siginmana sebep? Söylesene nedir seni alikoyan, nedir ellerini zemher gibi saran? Zor gelen sevmek zamanı hikayeleri baştan yazmaya cabalamak mi, yoksa kendine bile sormaya korkar olduğun sorulara cevap aramak mı? Sanıyorum ki bilmiyorsun sen de benim gibi cevabını. Olsun, her zamanki gibi bu kışı da atlatirsak yeniden güneşe kavusuruz nasılsa… Öyle degil mi?

#17 M.C.D. (English version part 3). Three drinks after finishing the bottle and maybe more than 2 hours waiting to see the pigeons or dogs return I decide to go to the subway, I leave the bottle to the old man, I simply can't stand it anymore that he won't stop laughing and I didn't want to throw the 2 teeth he had left for a joke that nobody told me. Officially I am in shape, I pass the card with the hope that it brings balance and for my luck it brings 94 pesos, I wish I could take them out to buy a soup and a coca to mix my bottle, that would be a good party. I get on the subway and take a seat I feel a little heavy I close my eyes. I thought it's been a while because the sun has burned my cheek, I seem to be levitating, but happy. They have made me want to sing, I put 'the destiny' of Juan Gabriel and let me go, I only need Rocío Dúrcal for this to be perfect, the verses seem to come out alone I should have composed this song but it is because I am sure I have seen a couple of vinyl records on my mom's old coffee console, I would be just as sure of going to register it as an author; I'm a pinche poeta. After traveling almost the entire wagon back and forth I return to my place without asking for a single peso and I take out the bottle that I have left over there is no doubt that I am inspired and it is my moment. I ask my seat neighbor the time, he tells me it's 12:03pm I also ask him if he liked the song and he says yes, to take it to relax. El Canalla 15.03.23 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp21Adoui-h/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#17 M.C.D. (English version part 2). There is $ 5.00 left to go through a shot of cane or a sherry, then we will see. I arrive and greet the 4 who are making fly around the laminate stand, one of them approaches me who brings a New York Yankees cap, a red sweatshirt with the coca cola logo, brings a military pants and Converse sneakers where one of his fingers sticks out of a bank. I have not yet ordered and he gives me a sip of sherry while he begins to talk to me how in 1997 I cross wet and there I was riding in chidos cars, that he was married to a Colombian woman and has a son of about 23 years, he tells me this while yawning again and again. He sips and tells me that he is here why the migra bounced him in 2000, he sits on the sidewalk and sinks his head between his legs; He plays a song on his cell phone and plays 'My Prison Blood' by Los Tigres del Norte. An old man of about 60 years approaches me with a cigar while he does not stop laughing and saying inconsistencies, I take the cigar without knowing if he invited me or just wanted me to light it. I decide to sit for a while in the park to watch the pigeons eat and the dogs run around; until one catches one and three bites take his life. With his snout full of blood he runs in the direction of the avenue while 2 others follow him like hyenas. I take out one of my cane bottles, the old man has followed me and has gone to sit next to me, I invite him a few drinks to compensate for the cigarettes he has invited me and also to share the moment, he continues smiling as if the joke were eternal, I hope he will tell me to walk the same. El Canalla 15.03.23 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp20g3aujZV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#17 M.C.D. (English version part 1). The day is going wrong I'm happy, I'm on my way home I've been out 25 or maybe 30 days I bring only 25 pesos in the bag that I take out of the pants of the woman with whom I spent the night I also bring a subway card that I found on the street where we slept. We made love like dogs in heat As a witness we had a bench, a trash can, 4 dogs that looked at us with envy and a yellow lamp that was the culprit that woke me up at 03:00 in the morning and will say free rein to my accumulated passion. I bring a lot of thirst and almost no hunger I see the Lord of the tamales and I remember that I have not tried one for a long time, the last time was the house of my aunt Luisa, just on the day of the candlemas. There was walnut atole, the family surrounded the table while talking about who had left the doll and who always promised to arrive with a pot full of tamales style Ixtapan de la sal; The children ran between their legs, screams and laughter could be heard and the tamales seemed to have no end. I could buy 2 of green with pork or maybe one of rajas with cheese, the steam reaches me suddenly when the gentleman who attends uncovers the pot, turns to see me with a disgusted face. I bring maybe the beard somewhat grown, the clothes smell like what people smell, I smell like the street I bring dog teeth, but I don't bite He did not growl, but they do not caress me or throw food at me in a case on the street, I would not mind eating there, I have eaten standing and I do not like that. Maybe that's why I decide better not to buy him and enter the winery that says "open 24 hours" and that also has a graffiti with a legend that says "I shit on god". I enter and ask with the most affluent attitude 2 bottles of cane of 10 pesos - if the pinche tamalero had not made me his faces, surely I would have made the day buying him a tamale and I would not have bought another straw -. El Canalla 15.03.23 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp20QGWuE9R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#17 M.C.D. (Parte 4). También le pregunto que si cree que me digan algo en casa y me dice que seguro si pero tal vez comprenderán, que llegue seguro les dará gusto verme, le estrecho la mano y le invito un sorbo porque se lo merece, no se ríe como estúpido su consejo me reconforta. Me dice que no pero no me ofendo, al contrario. Bebo un par de tragos. De golpe se detiene abruptamente el metro se acerca un tipo con una gorra de los Steelers y me sujeta del brazo, llega otro más con una camisa a cuadros y una mochila negra que me sujeta del otro brazo, salen 4 más pero estos vestidos como policías y me sacan a jalones del vagón, creo no alcance a esconder bien la botella entre el asiento y mis piernas, me han torcido ambos brazos; les digo que yo solo quería cantar y que me disculpen. Llevo 2 días acá en la sombra con otros 15 más, tengo hambre y creo que huelo mal. Si tan solo el tamalero no me hubiera hecho sus carotas, ahora no estuviera aquí. #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp2yRMcua-G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#17 M.C.D. (Parte 3). Oficialmente estoy en forma, paso la tarjeta con la esperanza de que traiga saldo y para mí suerte trae 94 pesos, ojalá los pudiera sacar para poder comprar una sopa y una coca para mezclar mi botella, eso sí que sería una buena fiesta. Subo al metro y tomo asiento me siento un poco pesado cierro los ojos. Creó que ya ha pasado un rato porque el sol me ha quemado la mejilla, parezco estar levitando, pero feliz. Me han dado ganas de cantar, pongo 'el destino' de Juan Gabriel y me dejó ir, solo me hace falta Rocío Dúrcal para que esto sea perfecto, las estrofas parecen salir solas yo debí de haber compuesto está canción sino es porque estoy seguro de haber visto un par de discos de vinil sobre la vieja consola café de mi mamá, estaría igual de seguro de ir a registrarla como autor; soy un pinche poeta. Después de recorrer casi todo el vagón ida y vuelta regreso a mi lugar sin pedir un solo peso y saco la botellita que me sobra no hay duda que estoy inspirado y es mi momento. Le pregunto la hora a mi vecino de asiento, me dice que son 12:03pm también le pregunto si le gustó la canción y me dice que si, que me la lleve relax. #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp2yJMrO-us/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=