Ashes of San Ginés

April 4 2023 (12:42 WEST)
Updated in April 4 2023 (13:11 WEST)

When I die,

burn me,

and collect my ashes

in a tin can, 

inside an urn

shaped like a book

and let master Toño 

be the one to make it. 

 

Throw me in the dirtiest corner

of the Charco de San Ginés,

behind the skeleton of the rorqual,

in the middle of Las Cuatro Esquinas,

where filth accumulates

and stinks of death, where people,

when they pass by, wrinkle their noses

or put on their masks, 

as if the stench of the sewer 

could vanish

and not impregnate their nostrils 

on the way back home.

 

 

Toño con un jolatero
Toño with a tin can

 

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