AUGUST "Dark Year of the Penguin"

Señora, you who lived in an abandoned calendar
with the windows shut to the march of history,
in your grand shell without a porch
were even the wind stops
to not disturb the silence of the 50's
you who stopped time beyond infamy,
who entered the mystery with a robe of flowers
and curlers on
calling with screams
so many sons
and grandchildren
and who knows,
Everyone lost between Belascoain and la calle ocho
letting the coffee get cold in the solitude of little cups
and now
forced to scare the devil you have given birth to brooms,
that your hands tremble
as you sweep the sad leaves falling from the soul
because after so much ideology
though we learn to program computers,
we don't forget you, Señora,
dream in peace,
we also need your broom


                                                   Jorge Luis Rodriguez

JULY "Dark Year of the Penguin"

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The rats
Are always the first to be aware of the shipwreck,
Then they escape, with their dark glasses,
Their false passports, their suitcases filled with papers,
They mingle with the patriots,
Hide in the telephone cords,
Going everywhere,
Offering their services to other tyrants,
Exploding in a foreign land their notorious fame,
They repent, before the ship sinks
in an ocean of blood,
the rats escape,
they take asylum,
they hang themselves,
or they are saved

JUNE "Dark Year of the Penguin"

Clandestine:

They came by asking for the apple,

we were innocent

they took the others,

they buried them in a well,

when they all left,

you looked at me,

then, you showed me the apple.

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MAY "Dark Year of the Penguin"

Flowers
the wild flowers, the nameless,
were your last recourse,
the labyrinth where you used to hide,
where you slept late,
children followed you,
you only heard bells and colors,
you spoke of pink animals,
and shipwrecks,
(the children listened in silence)
one day: the door was steel,
when they returned for you, the cell was empty
they only found a flower,
a small one,
that they could not understand

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APRIL "Dark Year of the Penguin"

Let’s play death

Let’s play ghost’s

never to be seen!

We enter the offices where we were not allowed,

urinating in desk’s drawers,

Lets go through the cracks of the doors

to their houses

not letting them reconcile with sleep,

repeating in their ears the word shadow,

we dilute,

we run through the sewer pipes,

and dynamite the city,

we remain smiling next to the detonator,

I wait for your signal,

and you for mine,

but neither one of us dares

Jorge Luis Rodriguez

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MARCH Dark Year of the Penguin

                                                                

That day,

classes were much longer than ever,

teachers were much more unbearable,

the heat was much more tremendous,

then, you stood at the school door

and you waited; oh, how you waited!

But he did not come that day,

nor the following day,

and there you waited.

It’s been said you went to many places,

you returned home wanting to cry,

or perhaps crying,

It’s been said you grew up,

that you live in another country,

and even speak another language,

you traveled through Europe and South America,

your face began to appear in television,

you lived in Argentina,

Got bored of Spain,

you didn’t find Greece,

there was Venice, the Canals, etc…

but none of these really happened

because your only trip,

that one that should have taken you

so far away

as only you know how to arrive,

has not yet begun.

You never went to any place,

None of those airplanes brought you back,

your travel agencies

were mistaken all these years,

You remained waiting,

still, you are there,

in a country each time more distant,

standing at the school door

waiting for him,

thinking how painful it would be

if it all was a lie,

and for so long he has been looking for you

and each time

he gets closer to the place where you await,

you must understand

that for such a little penguin

things also can be difficult,

but he will come one day,

shaking his tuxedo

before the school door,

he will help you carry your books,

he will apologize

for making you wait so long,

he will take your hand

and he will take you back home