sin hogar / in this houseelisa chavezTodo el mundo merece una casapero no quieres pagarla.¡Qu&
sin hogar / in this houseelisa chavezTodo el mundo merece una casapero no quieres pagarla.¡Qué caro es el camino alto!Tu insistes: ningúncambio sin reembolso.Pues sí, ¡tiremos la persona!¿sabes qué elles cuestan demasiado, con sus recursosy uñas sucias?vale, creo que lo sucioes tus locuras:son tu sagrado, tu biblia;envías los versosa la alcaldesa apuñaladascon miles agujas.Creo que es más fácil culpar le desdichadeque abrir la billeteralas setenta veces siete de Jesús.Creo que inventas monstruosy les das las caras de vecines.In this housewe believe:we’ve paid enough.What about mismanagement?Lying is illegal,and so is sitting down.Trees are people too.Loaves and fishes are nonrenewable resources.That’s just science,unless it’s social science.Alert for young single women: Men with the faces of dogshave been spotted in the park,Men stuck with needles go door to door selling magazines. They let themselves in, flay my flatscreen in half, machete me and drink blood from my porcelain lungs, police say there’s nothing they can do. A hole in the road has gained sentience and gravels my mouth while I sleep. My neighbors applaud, wokefully ringing my bed. Wake up! The city is dying!The apartment blocks are maggot-ridden, wobbling with braids of concrete, their windows are packed full of bodies with limbs fused to bone looking for handouts desecrating and their teeth noise complaint and their self-respect rotting in piles and the teeth say it’s time to make neighbors of you all. -- source link
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