Alejandro Anreus (*) His yell...

Alejandro Anreus (*)
His yellowed teeth
separated
as he twitched the cigar
disclosed of his mouth.
"In Cuba
we learned
that destiny could be
faeces
falling forward the faces
of the population
History
is a German invention.
Just another word
for the diarrhea of the elites."
His teeth parted,
still yellowed,
as the cigar re-enter
his entrance