Respect the king but fear the slave. How many days, how many
hours, minutes, my wish, my dream?
We finish from the council of elders, to the children
playing with the foams from the sea.
Here she comes, she says, “Kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of
my heart.” But I reply, “Just breathe…” The flavor of nuts and blood I taste on
her tongue.
What is the meaning? I killed the dogs that tried to take me
prisoner in my own home.
I still think of the smooth browed one, the one with sweets
in her eyes. It was so real; the scent of her coconut oil still lingers on my
sweater.
Where are we going? What do I know that is right, what do I
perceive wrong? Where is the end of this journey, where is grandma, what is
real and what is not? I have
lost the sensation of fear, the meaning of loss… I feel God talking, and when
he talks, everything goes silent.
The darkness is here; the light is around the corner. Blow out the
damned candle. What am I prepared
to see through the 35milimeter lens?
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