it's funny the note of colonialist superiority at the end of this poem when I live in the tropics and we regularly call burnt as fuck tourists 'cocido como un camaron' which means cooked like a shrimp. then they get to spend the next day moaning in bed while we take their hotel money and hit the beach with proper sun protection early in the morning when there's way fewer tourists getting skin cancer for no good reason other than operating at times they're used to. Haha!