Tomas Rivera

The Rooster Crows en Iowa y en Texas

The rooster crows.
The alarm rings.
They eat and go to work.

"Aladín y su lámpara maravillosa"

The snow falls.
The truck runs full of people.
And we return . . . home.

"Once upon a time there were three little pigs"

To spend money.
And to walk in the holes
full of street
of my town.

The street calls and
extends itself
to the house of the door
and the fence of the gate
and . . .

I look . . .
It looks at me . . .
yawns and shakes its dust.

And I yawn and sleep
until the rooster crows.



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