The Sand and the Forgotten on this Side of the Border
The Sand and the Forgotten on this Side of the Border Fuck A Wall America should build a big mirror Anonymous Protester We hope the dead reconcile with the dead, so they may achieve a position among their peers. May the student and the lady in a Stetson make the same mistakes. And the victim cross the street side by side his eternal executioner without recognizing him. Shadows or ghosts, both shall pass. On the sidelines, the feast of the living is still happening. Listen to the slight music of the mountains of exile in silence and don't look back. This, and not another, is our story: The time contemplated in the fissures of the sand, The slow ripening of deserts without limit.