Where are the Missing Girls? 

desaparecen… Una a una 

Los ojos marrones

 empañados 

                      Where are they?

Why I don’t hear a voice 

screaming? 

silencian… sus cuerpos tibios 

I guess we are used to 

playing the game

They keep disappearing 

behind the shadow

behind a helicopter of lies 

I see them rotating 

sending signals 

desde allá arriba

a constellation

sus 

misplaced 

mispronounced 

missing something 

names 

waiting for someone 

to read them 

a gritos.

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