the seller of alfajores walks along the sidewalk
with a box in his hand he walks
with dilapidated eyes he walks
and goes screaming at the top of his voice
chocolate and milk alfajores
for the child who goes to school
for the lady who carries the child
for the man who loves the lady who carries the child
chocolate and milk alfajores
expiration date on back of package
buy buy your alfajorcito
for the child who goes to school
then remember
the seller of alfajores
than yours
your child
Does not go to school
that he doesn't go because he doesn't have shoes
nor does he have a coat that he does not have less than seventy holes
he doesn't go because he's hungry in the gut
because he has empty guts like a cornet
he doesn't go because he cleans windows
yours
your child
clean windows to collect coins
to take to the mother who also did not go to school
because he spent his childhood selling stamps of all saints
but he shakes his head
the seller of alfajores
shakes it so that the birds of sadness don't eat the chocolate
and she no longer has healthy merchandise to sell on the sidewalks
Clench your teeth
tighten your voice
the world squeezes into her pair of eyes that are the color of sand
holds her candy box tighter
scream over and over again
alfajores for the child who goes to school
alfajores fuck for the child
alfajores I sell alfajores fuck for the child for the mother
for the man who loves that woman who carries that child
until the voice falls asleep on the wings of silence
and his eyes are filled with buildings so tall they weigh on his eyelids
and lies down on the sidewalk
and a policeman approaches him and asks for documents
he opens an alfajor and invites him.