San Salvador City
By Andrés Norman Castro Arévalo
The clock
marks the time:
indicating it’s
another day
but I feel
as if it’s the
same
I see out
my window:
the view of
my city´s south side
I see it from afar:
water pours from the sky.
It takes a bath:
her nudity is
exhibited.
In my eyes
I see her reflection:
is this visage
a coexisting
universe?
It smells like blood,
it has a marine sapidity
it loves you
by just staring
I see her absorbed:
I wonder
why her light
doesn´t
extinguish,
albeit my own does.
City-enchantress,
misleading echo,
sleep now that
your bath is over:
nobody is watching.
——
Andrés Norman Castro Arévalo was born on 1989 in San Salvador, El Salvador; where he still resides. He is a Psychology undergraduate student at the Universidad Centro Americana “José Simeon Cañas” (UCA). He is an active member of the Writers Permanent Forum of El Salvador (FOPES) and has been published in Salvadoran, Mexican, Chilean, and U.S. publications. In October 2006 he was invited to participate in public readings of the V International Poetry Festival of San Salvador, organized by the Poetry Foundation of El Salvador.
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