A fish who drank Rum
Regla, Cuba 2016
Screenprint
One lead soldier,
one avocado,
one painted mango,
a fish,
a bottle of rum
and four poems
A fish who drank Rum
In a crossroad of “Inquisición”
I thought I smelled your perfume
Got in the boat to Regla
Following the crumbs of your scent
Standing on a specific millimeter
Of that precious ruler
I realized that I was just chasing your ghost
An while I carved your face
By memory on a rock
A drunken fish interrupted me:
“Yuma! Buy me a bottle of rum!”
How illogical how it may sound
I bought him a bottle of “Santiago”
And with that fish I chugged that bottle
Gulp by gulp, and swig by swig
In the middle of that razzle
The scaled took a deep breath
And pronounced these wise words:
“If skyscrapers are built,
And businessmen invade,
This bay will never change
Because this bay is a feeling
Kept in the depths or our inside
That can only be passed
From mouth to ear,
And from hand to brother.