"The night-crawler returns to the barrio. I know him as Jose, others as Joseph and still others as the guy who wanders past ten, sniffing the pavement, observing the night.
No doubt that this time armed with knowledge, you surveyed the
landscape keenly observing it's night denizens from the edge of the street,
looking outward and inward depending on how the looking is done. The brick
houses worn out by time, different faces, old neighbors long buried, faded
paint streaks the horizon, scattered leaves canvassed the hood we call home.
Yet, it all seems so new, but the neighborhood wrinkles. El tiempo no
miente. Time doesnt lie. That's our neighborhood; Joe returns and notes that the only new thing, are the
wrinkles on his face. Welcome back Jose."
RB
EL Paso Texas Jan 02 2011
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