The radiant sun bathes the entire facade on that front
one happy Saturday morning
the rhythm of the sidewalk stretches
he rubs his eyes slowly
one fine day he yawns, swishing his broom
a turkey comes whistling
her general\'s rank marked with soot
the shrill radio saturates the saramuya
a sapucai is a whinny of life
a single chair and above the Virgin
the pichicho looks at the sun halfway
and settles on its paws
at the window, a coin plant watches
evaporates the dew of the envious
a comb of wavy gray hair
accompanies his forehead, weathered by river furrows
his eyebrows that arch when he sees you arrive
an eternal smile that speaks shouting
dishes you,
names you,
and celebrates you
I see your face and I see myself
you see my face,
and you see yourself.