On the eight floor of the library
next to me
a man
cries
in another place of mine
I’d slightly turn
just enough to whisper
are you alright?
under this strange roof
I fear to be indiscreet
to stare too much
to skip rules
the man
cries
I
listen
if this isn’t displacement
then what is.
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i.
my father hugs me
and looks at the Cantabrian Sea
on clear days
if I strain my eyes
I’ll be able to see you
from here
ii.
I’d never seen my father cry
iii.
my sister
tells me
quietly
you know
some days
I don’t remember mom.
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À LÈVRES
Nothing smelled like my mother’s lipstick. Before crossing the yard I insistently demanded my ration of red; school became incomprehensible without the morning kiss that colored my lips and made me feel a woman at the age of seven. I guess the color changed over the years, but the sticks always smelled of maternal smile, of that locked-in-time nostalgia that I now uncover in the bathroom cabinet
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LOCUS AMOENUS
The whole half
The forevers
The names of future children
The exclusive affection rights
The excuses, the imsorrys, giving account
The bank accounts
The never before
The house
The country house
The country house and the dog and all the variations thereof
I believe love exists
But not where we look for it.
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LA VERITÀ È SEMPRE RIVOLUZIONARIA
………………………………………Antonio Gramsci
.
When I’m painting my nails
and a shadow falls upon my right foot
and the polish seems to spread
so even
so neat
–that kind of illusory happiness
in which you are aware
that shifting the toe
just a little bit
will reveal
the great lie–
and still I decide
at my own risk
to move it
and in fact
with no mercy
the mess starts to emerge,
the naked truth leaves me no option
but the polish remover.
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MORE WORDS FOR JULIA
The people are saying that I am your enemy,
That in poetry I give you to the world.
They lie, Julia de Burgos. They lie, Julia de Burgos.
……………………………………………………Julia de Burgos
.
The conclusion is to live
for oneself
because all the rest can’t reach you
and because it’s always too late
to start over
without fissures
without excuses
because you are
invariably
on your own.