Tag: poesia

• November 13, 2019

  Parting Gifts

  For 42 years I took hot water for granted. When there was none I had no one to blame But myself The landlord The building management The campo The government. As a parting gift You taught me how to turn on the pilot on the boiler. Now I will have no one to blame but…
• November 18, 2008

  My Life is Not a Template

  No women. There is a reason why my story is not in books for me to sign, why I have to carve out my own space through electric wires and trasform actions into electrictrifies palabras, why I spit on the ground and into teclado taps, why I push my way in and pull myself out.…
• November 18, 2008

  Le Signe de la mort

  I bleed onto raw untreated canvas so that the stain spreads on brown stretched skin aging deteriorating vulnerable. I stab the surface and watch the red be absorbed flow through the veiny threads, left unconserved to rot in the sun of la verdad y el tiempo. Asesino la palabra amor con mi pintura femenina. Respiro…