Monday, March 16, 2009

Coteros at night...


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Coteros in the dark... from midnight to dawn,
every day, from Monday to Sunday,
carrying goods brought from the far land into the city.
One,
two,
twenty,
hundreds of them...
Young men and those
who can't even carry their own bodies,
bent by the weigh of endless sacks
thrown at them from the inside
the trucks without mercy...
Of course, as they are paid
by the numbers of sacks
they can carry
and deliver
and store
inside the bays' big belly ...

Coteros at dawn...
they are paid £ 2.30 per day;
they are our arms,
the hands
that get dirty
aged,
injured,
hurt,
so that our nails remain clean
and our belly safely fed.
Who are you, sons of darkness?
Where are you from, brothers?
What's your name?
Do you have any sons,
so that they can continue feeding us?
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1 comment:

  1. hola juan, me encanta el tema, felicitaciones.. y esta serie aca de los coteros con sus cargas me encanta en particular..
    suerte,
    anne

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