Posted by: Jimely Flores | April 26, 2015

The burden of knowledge

In these jungles of concretes
I walk purposely
Unmindful of the loud cars, big advertising screens and classy worldly wares of this age.

I walk and gaze at the faces I meet
Are they as disturb as I my spirit?
I look at their body forms, gait and aura
Are they carrying heavy loads just like me?

Weighing heavily on my shoulders
Dried baby Trichiurus species (100g)
Bought from a trade show I love to visit
And the memories of the happy marketer’s faces

Running in my head, clouding my face
Scenario of the future
With a sad face, I told the lady seller
I hope these fishes are not targeted this small




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