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On a bus,
I caress the city
With my eyes.
Up and down,
Left and right.
Every inch
Of every yard.
On a bus
A thousand histories
Whiz past by.
A thousand faces,
A thousand lives.
poem and photo © Jesús Montero
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Let’s walk
into the sanctum
of hidden beauties.
Fertile oasis,
hidden beyond
the thresholds of many
of my fellow citizens.
For they will open the hearts
of their homes
to many a traveler
from distant places;
who under the spell
of such beauty,
will come to realize,
that May, in Córdoba, is,
quite simply…:
(whisper)
…’magic’.
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poem and all photos © Jesús Montero
