Serú Girán
Miscellaneous
Peperina
I want to tell you a good story
that of a girl who lived the euphoria
of being part of rock
taking tea of peperina.
Typically a small-town mind
he had no balls for the office
underground place
of routine ideology.
Romantica sang
his most brilliant poems
whispering in the ear
of my representative.
I love you, I hate you, give me more.
Looking at the countryside he forgot the man
looking at the rich man he dressed as the poor
to be able to know
what the neighbors were gossiping about.
She carries a flag on her head
she doesn't want to be like anyone else
she loves to show
the straw of another's face.
And within her story
she was Cinderella
her prince was a hippie
from the sixties.
I love you, I hate you , give me more.
He works at recitals
he lives by writing postcards
he sleeps with visitors
and plays with the locals
his body is stuck to it
fat from the capitals.

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS