THE GATE
(Excerpt 4)
The skeletal old man squatted in his iron cage
his lighted oil lamp in front of his testicles; the other old man
with the bottle
in front of the mirror — gum hanging off his chin; the moans
of the deaf old man coming from the hallway; the woman
with the stroller stopped; she moved the stroller front and back
in a regular rhythm; the baby opened his eyes; a big tooth
suddenly grew; he bit his lower lip; blood flowed; then
the angel, with unravelled hair, came down to the interior
corner;
the hooks of the hanger gleamed, the salt cellar too, the sword
on the wall;
he gathered his rope ladder, coiled it, put it underarm
he hit one piano key with one of his fingers then vanished
in the air.
Libros Libertad 
Magical
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