Circus Without Bread

And the photo festival

where nobody looks broken

and the international book fair of books

that serve no purpose

and the Ricardo Palma fair

just to palm more applause

and the artisanal craft fair

destined for the household annals

and the Peruvian food fair

turning the soul into a belly

and the weekly concerts

huddled together like ants

and the Independence Day

circuses with clowns and popcorn

and the national rock festival

modern, groovy, chachi piruli

and the folk-trova festival of the Sabina fan club

and the performing arts festival with sweet,

hysterical girls

and the European film festival

with the ballsiest actors

and the independent film festival

with no stomach and no teeth and oh,

to hell with Mackerel Ceviche Day and oh,

to hell with Friend’s Day for the friendless

and the jazz festival

and you lie dead at the improv festival

lying dead on the day of arroz con pollo

with its papa a la huancaína

its fried egg and

its pitcher of chicha

and the festival of those of us

scratching our asses on the sly

and culture will save Peru

and no to the Fujimori pardon

and no to the recall of Susana and Susana,

I sought the tenderest music

and the room in half-light

and you were there by my side

and who killed Ciro?

and the rioters at La Parada

and Barack Obama once again

and Paolo Guerrero scored a goal

scored it with a massive kick

and a tribute to Antonio Cisneros

and a tribute to Vallejo

and long live the dead and the Black souls of Peru

and the “I don’t give a damn”

and the abyss of the quakes

and Justin Bieber wants to live in the country

and the skateboarding festival

and the boarding passes for the planes

and the illusions in some dark corner

and I don’t know where to go

and I don’t know where to go

and so many festivals

and fairs

and tributes

and I don’t know where to go…

…"

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