Quemado pan / Burnt bread 

     Sentí una sensación amarga en mí estomago

un horno de calor con sus paredes cayendo,

pequeños disparos de luz entre los huesos 

estamos bien decía el pastelero,

mientras se le quemaban las canillas.

     La esposa no chilla, un cigarro cierra su boca con llave

un café negro demora su viaje 

la verdad es que como inmigrante

estas destinado a que se te queme todo,

inclusive la panadería. 

                 Que la municipalidad encienda en llamas tu casa,

                 que los vecinos revienten tus ventanas, 

                 que cristo baje y té de una cachetada.

     I felt a bitter sensation in my stomach

a furnace of heat with its walls falling,

little shots of light between the bones

we are fine, said the pastry chef,

while his shins were burning.

     The wife doesn't scream, a cigar locks her mouth

a black coffee delays its trip

the truth is that as an immigrant

you are destined to burn everything,

including the bakery.

     May the municipality set your house on fire,

     let the neighbors burst your windows,

     let Christ come down and slap you.

Miguel Ángel Pacheco is an interdisciplinary artist from Caracas, Venezuela. Majoring in interdisciplinary studies on Embodied Performance. With a background in theater he works with a variety of mediums such as theater, dance, visual arts and circus. Miguel has worked in the arts for half of his life and is devoted to use art as a mean to confront, question, connect and serve. To expand how we define it and therefore ourselves.