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Otoño; etapa de maduración, desprendimiento, reflexión, interiorización, muerte y renacimiento.
Que el otoño te ayude a soltar lo que no te sirve (conductas, pensamientos, ideologías, personas), a reforzar tu interior y a prepararte para renacer en un mundo transformado.
Neiva of the 21,000 suns. The prostitute, the abandoned, the hot, hot, hot city that at any moment will burn your asphalt roasting the feet of passersby, devouring people in their cars and those who ‘work’ on two wheels and make the streets its offices, those who shout at you from another corner and yell at you with a lascivious face “Moto ?! Queen”
Neiva, the ship that was a girlfriend, and today a forgotten widow. Someday the trial will come for those who insulted you, deformed you and abandoned you. Those with absurd works and poorly elaborated plagiarism of what they conceive as ‘civilization’, cruelly murdered your trees, green guardians of generous cups that sheltered your heart. Heaven will have no mercy on them or on us, because of our complicit or indifferent silence.
You, Neiva, wait for you to consume yourself, start with your tail and end with you, you are the beginning and the end, for that reason your name resembles the expression kuna that designates snake; the old ones will stay, your heat sets the youth’s dream on fire, that’s why the grandparents that were the beginning will be your end. But that’s the way it should be, and you’re still beautiful with your bloody skies, painfully nostalgic with the ‘samanes’ that survive in you, warm in your complicit nights and witness of our lives. *** “Teno talor!”, I shouted to my parents, in panties , dispelled and red, the first year I arrived here from Bogotá.