We don't owe the rain
to anyone. And we don't owe anyone
the fish, the river, the jaguar.
To be on a day filled with drunken sleepwalkers,
with people who only know how to make money
and bet their lives on even numbers,
to be on the day of the Quiet Ones
the madmen who return from exile bringing
under their armpits the grotesque head of love.
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