::BODEGAS::

I dreamt of a place not so far in distance

Where colorful sodas and beer illuminated behind glass prisms

Chocolate bars, cigars, dice and playing cards lay far from vision

Behind the dusty price signs and short lines one could always listen

To the neighborhood stories and gossip without questioning intuition

Unlike the two dollars at hand and rough decisions for those children

Making sweet memories locked away forever in bodega prisons.

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