Te espero en el infinito

Poem

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

Pablo Neruda

JUST THIS

I’m a bitch, i’m a lover, i’m a child i’m a mother, i’m a sinner I’m a saint, i do not feel ashamed, i’m your hell, i’m your dream, i’m nothing in between, you know, you wouldn’t want it any other way
so take me as i am..

observador

.speak to me only with your eyes.


La mirada a veces es el mejor leguaje

Técnica: Fibra negra en papel autoadhesivo, pegado en la letra M de la trimarchi dg 2010

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