Carabanchel Prison
A history enters
-torn fences there to entertain the guards
And of all ages, no names. Mahou
and butts,
plastic bags, condoms,
and climbing on the walls of Memories: History
We are in ruins.
Carabanchel Prison
How well dressed. Memory
solid sound in your gut
bones.
Prison prisons
As Madrid resist cell and no bars, no walls, no ceilings ...
Carabanchel in rubble
look like a joke.
remember the prisoners of ideas
What today are destroying the children of his jailers. Carabanchel
rubble,
blurred,
Injury dignity.
you miss the story
For all the cracks.
Carabanchel Prison,
want to condemn the worst of all prisons:
The oblivion.
But fear not.
We are preparing your escape.
Madorrán Carmen Ayers, October 2008.
