Inside me, insecurity is diminishing. Outta my abounds in every corner. It is already decided: goodbye to Tijuana for a while. Self-exile. This city seems to want to let us, shouting Long! and we will do. We get out. Is determined. We check and yet, I feel a cold and dull emptiness is accentuated in the morning and disappears.
night the fear is evident. Management with four pairs eye, but not enough to be alert. This country should demand more. We should demand more.
I hope to contribute something, whatever, a smile at least, desperate to pass a car and cover his entrance to a cheater who wants to escape traffic. We all want to escape, but just wait your turn. Mine has arrived a little late, but it came. "Back? I'm already looking forward to before I go. I know you appreciate most in the distance, perhaps even to make it far from here, the visual noise of the cybernetic machine guns, the social dismemberment.
I am here today. Tomorrow will not be in a better place, but I'll be out. I always wanted to live
elsewhere and now I have the chance I want to stay, just for now. Most of the time I want to be out. Although "outside" is ambiguous.
I autoexpulsada, and not of paradise.
start to pack my bags. There is a long way to go ...
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