15.569km me separam. do verde dos seus olhos e dos bigatos da goiaba. as goiabas que roubei aos 7, aos 10, aos 12. quando ainda caminhava de pés descalços. quando vivia de joelhos ralados.
joelhos que ardiam. coração que arde, tal mercúrio escorrendo no ralado. 15,569km. me separam dos meus. da carne. o não poder chegar. sempre no liminar. a escolha política de morrer de amor e de saudades todos os dias.
Phosphenes
On the in-between, and the quotidian, political choice of dying of love and longing.
15,569km come between. from the green in your eyes and from the maggots in the guavas. the guavas I stole at 7, 10, 12. when i still walked barefoot.
when my knees were always grazed. stinging burning knees. heart that burns, just like mercury dripping down broken skin. 15,569km come between.
from mine. from flesh. from arriving. always in the between. the political choice of dying of love and longing every day.