Como El Agua

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The rain has come. The people are not prepared.

Shorts and a hoodie. Not very water resistant. The walk home is a frigid affair, no time for veering off the path.

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Paletas on a cold rainy day. Not in high demand. Dreams of Summer, wanting to be wanted.

Solito, me como el agua.

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4 Responses to Como El Agua

  1. rolo says:

    at least your paleta wont melt

  2. chimatli says:

    I like it when you get all poetic and whatnot. Camaron rules!

  3. Your post reminded me of Haiku, but Mexican style. Simple and beautiful language.

  4. Jen says:

    I just want you to know that I came across your blog a year ago by accident googling for something else about local city council. I love your blog. I’m a grad student and spend many hours on the PC writing and when I need a break I visit your blog to read your latest hilarious musings on LA life and Lincoln Heights. Keep up the good work.

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