10/05/2019
I arrived with the breeze.
It left and I stayed with a shiver.
The hairs on my arms stood up, still like soldiers waiting for the order,
though none came.
It was a ghost town, except for the bitch and her four pups.
The boards were falling off the windows and the sand had swept in, finding any corner to rest in briefly, before it continued its endless drift.
Eyeing the stray dog, we inspected each other from afar,
both strangers in a foreign land.
We silently pitied each other.
I passed by the old bar “La Bodeguito"
It no longer had its swinging doors, just two arches, where customers once passed through in a continuous stream,
much like the alcohol that flowed.
Now, it lay bare.
Stripped of everything that was worth anything.
I could hear the waves pounding at the back steps,
the tide was high and the bar was falling into the sea.
Soon, not even its concrete shell would remain.
The streets were dusty.
I removed my shoes to stop the rubbing of sand between foot and fabric, in the hopes to feel something else, less painful.
I looked over my shoulder, uncomfortable with the feeling that the levanter was stealing all my senses.
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