Touristification

You are a tornado.

We took you into our arms,

but you spin out of control,

and tip trouble down your throat.

Por favor, no grites tan fuerte.

Our streets weep,

at your devastation,

as you scream at us,

in English,

as if it will magically translate,

the louder you become.

Deja de beber tanto.

As you roar through us,

we stand beneath you,

to catch the coins you drop,

so we can repair our pride.

El carrer no és un vàter.

We have to tell you in English,

because you won’t learn anything,

that isn’t in your phrasebook.

Encara sóc aquí.

Please, do not yell so loud.

Stop drinking so much.

The street is NOT a toilet.

I’m still here.

This was our home.

Esta fue nuestra casa.

What did you do,

on your summer holiday?


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