by Mauricio Vallejo Márquez
The streets have been opened. Maple Street has been allowed to see his heart, at least its sidewalks show their past and present. Far left in the memory count traders who camped at them and gave us from a bootleg into the New Code of commercial proceedings. But do not let the street vendors in nature and still in school, only mobile or silent, more sober in their posts: a blanket, a shirt and merchandise. But the rumor, the one who kept hearing the song of birds or the wind in the tops of the trees are gone. And as I go on those sidewalks and Motherhood I approach I see as the vegetation has returned to these sidewalks that had years of not having them branches and leaves. Maybe with the rain returning birds also migrate and after squirrels and well at last we can cohabit the world and ourselves, nature and society and achieve wonderful symbiosis that God gave us.
Mauricio Vallejo Márquez, Salvadoran writer. Know your route and their works. 
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