Un abrazo entre amantes

Resta ancora qui, non dividermi

Beautiful things believe their own

narrative, the narrative that makes them

 

beautiful. 

- Maggie Smith

I carried my fear of the world

and it became my teacher.

I carried it, and it repaid me

by teaching me how to carry it.

- Maggie Smith

Document

Maggie Smith

The day is winter bright. I blink against it.

Each time the sun glints in my eyes,

each time I close my lids & let them go

orange & freckled with light,

my mind files it into a folder

that contains every other time

it’s happened before: folders nested

inside folders going back, I imagine,

to one morning standing in my crib,

waiting for my mother to reach down

& lift me out, the sun keeping me

company until her arms appeared.

In the file: sun, sun_2, sun_3,

sun_75, sun_700. Each a document

I can return to & open, even revising

old experience with new thinking.

As if the eye has its own memory—

not the mind’s eye but the eye’s mind—

cataloging material it claims as its own.

Cataloging as long as I live. Sun_7000,

sun_final, sun_final_revised, sun_final_final.

How dialogue can bend grammar for effect:

SIMON

Nah, nah, nah, I got you.

JANELLE

Do you? Do you got me? Bye.

Wonder Man, S01E02

how my brain works

laicismos imprecisos

- paulo rosenbaum

Dejarás atrás las imágenes del dolor y del laberinto

y olvidarás.

- Roberto Bolanõ

Ahora tiemblas, pero tal vez

mañana todo empiece de nuevo.

- Roberto Bolanõ

Duerme abismo mío, los reflejos dirán

que el descomprimiso es total

pero tú hasta en sueños dices que todos

estamos comprometidos que todos

merecemos salvarnos

- Roberto Bolanõ