Antigua
(for more narratives of the voyage of the bloody, snake chariot, see www.libbyhome.blogspot.com).

It is a magical reality, post-apocalyptic kind of place.

Many of the city´s splendid cathedrals and palaces are ruins
containing nothing but the collapsed roof, the vivid, tropical colors
of the bougainvilla and the jackaranda tree.

From the time the city began it was assailed by volcanic eruptions,
earthquakes, hurricanes, the relentless antipathy of the place.

And in the end that transplanted and mutated European world was broken
by the futility of resistence -

and became the beautiful ruins of this city -

which has always been in some state of ruin

and the indigenous fecundly abides.