Good morning Guadalajara
salted birote
cake smothered in
immigrant blood from
other cities that
flee to the
90 decibels from plaza del sol .
Good morning, tapatía pearl
waves of joy
and your double standards
good morning 20 thousand temples of
homosexuals,
fallen trees, acid rain and
flooding, nation's pothole
streets fractured by railroad lines
for so much deviation .
Good morning city of roses
St. John the merchant of all things
western emphysema
cocaine the president
concessioned parking meters
officials without immunity
homeless revolutionaries
who beg for alms in
Chapultepec's walkway crowded with hipsters
of mister pot-bellied man in leather jacket
of eventual mirrey.
Good morning mariachis, cross squares
and prostitutes on buses
good morning doughnut oil stench
cockroach floors and the best smiles
the most beautiful women and unhurried calandrias.
Good morning Atemajac Valley
film festivals, book fairs
and liquor that can make you dizzy
good morning city founded on the day of love
and friendship.
Good morning spring enclosed in a forest on the verge of ending
If even the buildings move here, why shouldn't I change?.
Photographers: John Kilar | Instagram