seventy one days

I am not so sure
about the crackling words of this poem,
but I’m happy, listening to our new president and vice president.
All week, I’ve felt relief, like I can be free again,
like I’ve found a safe passage out of a bad relationship.

Soy honesto y no me avergüenzo de mis palabras, pero no entiendo porque putas mis amigos votaron por Trump. When I ask, the answers I get are evasive or crazy, ( que el diablo anda con los demócratas, que somos comunistas, que somos flojos) and of course, that God or Jesús sent Trump here, to the land of the free.

I understand we view the world a través de lentes diferentes, therefore, am not making any judgements;
simplemente, estoy agradecido por la oportunidad de un nuevo comienzo.

Nevertheless,
it will take time, 71 more days and
it may get worse before it gets better,
pero hay esperanza.

Buena suerte para el mundo entero.

Fidel Guerra.
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pay attention to Mike Pompeo.

 

Hello my fellow amigo Gus,
it is an uncertain world...really, if you had painted a future ( as a political picture )
as being as fuck up as the Republican party today...trust me, I would have laugh my head off while drinking a shot or many shots of cerveza...even worse, during a major worldwide pandemic. It's just hard to believe. Mike Pompeo, supposedly, the person who represents us, our democratic institutions or our way of life around the world...hijo de la verga,..sale con unas pendejadas.

As I said, It may get worst.....I guess we are not longer the exception, the world is full of craziness or crazy motherfuckers and it seems like, finally, we got our own.

Me.