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y formamos con piezas compartidas

un diálogo táctil

mientras hojeo tus ideas

les dejo impregnadas las mias

trazamos un espacio que se vuelve nuestro

que cargamos juntos

como un aura o una esencia

y cuando nos vamos a ser versiones breves y editadas de nosotros

queda un catálogo de recuerdos en relieve

al que de vez en cuando 

para encontrarnos de nuevo

palpamos

abrassive geographies

my body was assigned to me by destiny
my body was born pierced with its origin
designed by fate to be excluded

my body has to be afraid more than other bodies
my body has to move according to
u-n-f-a-i-r
rules

my body has biometric flaws
my body is victim
my body is molested with refined political manipulations

my body migrates
it doesn't travel

my body is my passport
to unwanted worlds

my body has no right to be nostalgic
...to construct attachments
my body is alone

simple and in lower case

With its monolithic power

THE WORLD enters our door

THE WORLD 

big and in upper case

conspires against optimism

once more

IT rolls

IT tumbles

loudly

THE WORLD pushes its way through

the small things everyday

and strips us both off our useless artillery

It makes us small 

even in the rooms we had built around us 

even in our world... simple and in lower case

 

and yet

in the midst of this disproportionate mayhem 

i concede myself the right to expect and wish

to survive 

to once more

and for once

be with you

grace

in days of empty boredom

of desire-less

wish-less

hope-less

waiting

of waiting 

for unnamed promises

for inanimate afters without afters

for short term eternities

in days of mute waiting

grace

is what is missing