The dragon appears above the Popocatepetl. The fight begins. The volcano observes the battle and its lights flash in awe. The pearl swiftly slides behind his white cape and attempts to escape but the dragon then devours it and I, taking this walk, remember my grandfathers fables. Should I cry or hold it back? When I turn right at the next corner, the pearl, triumphantly shines over the sky and the cape is back in place with a light gesture of the wind.
J-Lopez (dario mariategui)
san diego
05.16.2010
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