Foam Bridge (Puente Espuma)

From my Dad’s book Elementary motherland (Patria elemental).

Foam Bridge (Puente Espuma)

           

Some would go up Royal Street

sobbing sorrows

and others transpiring hope.

Royal Street stretched from Central Square

to the west.

Long, endless, it faded away into the roads of Tonchalá,

where the shadow of the cacao orchards began.

They would regain their energy in Foam Bridge

to carry the dead or to persevere with

erotic projects. Those who decided to go up

to the cemetery carried sorrows and tears.

Those who did not, the endless night;

love streets ahead.

Foam Bridge: Narrow sidewalk,

dry river-bed, corner shop, fearful face,

crossroads of love and pain,

disabled witness of wideness and time!