Translation · English
We share the plastic table.One brings rice, another beans,another what was left from yesterday.
The salt passes from hand to hand.A spoon falls to the floor.Someone wipes itwith a napkinand uses it again.
One says his brotheris waiting for papers.Another says he sent moneylast week.The salt shaker does not move again.
They ask my name.I give a name that is not mine.Someone repeats it.Another passes me the bread.
The woman from the stall next doorsets another plate on the table.She says it was left over.Her own has less rice.
Everyone returns to their plate.They put on an old song.We sing quietly,our mouths full.The song cuts offbefore the chorus.