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Amo el agua, pero no puedo nadar.
Que manera trágica de decir:
"Te amo, pero me matarías"
Like Totally Whatever
by Melissa Lozada Oliva
En caso de que no te hayas dado cuenta
de alguna manera se ha vuelto necesario
que ancianos blancos me digan cómo hablar
Les gusta, interrumpir una conversación que
ni siquiera es suya, y son como
"Habla como si lo dijeras en serio"
y es como si internet estuviera
arruinando el idioma Inglés
y les gusta poner mis
paréntesis, mis gustos, y uhms
y you-knows en una lista de espera
Dicen que nadie
te va a tomar en serio en un
vestido rosa con volantes o con ese maquillaje
Dicen que tienes un problema de confianza
Que debería aprender a hablar alto
como lo hacían los hiper masculinos
esos que son siempre los primeros en levantar la mano.
Los bolígrafos rojos invisibles y los títulos universitarios
se han ido abriendo paso en medio
de mis frases, he estado tachando cosas
cada vez que me tomo un momento para pensar.
Las frases declarativas, llamadas así porque
se declaran las más fuertes, las más verdaderas,
las que ocupan más espacio
las frases que son totalmente de hombres blancos.
Siempre me han dicho que estar enfadado
nunca ha ayudado a nadie
sólo es un obstáculo en el camino de ayuda.
Luego declaran más mierda acerca de cómo
nunca jamás serán olvidados
Es como si F. Scott Fitzgerald y Ernest Hemingway
fueran genios por convertir a las mujeres en signos de interrogación
Como esa violaciones que ocurren todo el tiempo en los campus
pero tan pronto como John Krakauer
escribe sobre ello, de repente es como
no ficción innovadora y no como
algo que las chicas inventan
para llamar la atención.
Es como si la razón por la que siempre hablo en preguntas
es porque estoy tan acostumbrada a que me corten.
Es como si esto fuera un mecanismo de defensa.
Tal vez todo lo que hacen las chicas es parte de la evolución
de un mecanismo de defensa
Esto es una protección
nuestros likes son como nuestras rodilleras
nuestros uhms son los cuchillos que metemos en nuestras botas por la noche
nuestros you-knows son nuestro mejores amigos que llamamos
cuando caminamos por un callejón oscuro
Así es como respiramos mejor
Pero supongo que los sentimientos nunca ayudaron a nadie
Supongo que las lágrimas nunca cambiaron nada
Supongo que todo lo que hacen las chicas es una pérdida de tiempo
Así que bienvenido al vagón de mi propia incertidumbre
mira como clavo flores en tus pistolas llenas de signos de puntuación
porque “no puedes” desafiar a la autoridad
hay que llevarla al centro comercial también
enseñarla a hacer la curva y el chasquido
pintarle las uñas
trenzarle el pelo
Decirle que hoy se ve muy bien
y en ese momento
la asesinas con todo el veneno
de tu suavidad
le haces saber que así
como este momento
es como, “uhm”
un tú sabes
un uso de mi voz
Like Totally Whatever
by Melissa Lozada Oliva
Like Totally Whatever after Taylor Mali
In case you haven’t realized it is somehow become necessary for old white men to tell me how to speak They like, interrupt a conversation that isn’t even theirs, and are like “Speak like you mean it.” and like the internet is ruining the english language and they like put my parentheticals, my likes, and uhms and you-knows on a wait list
Tell them no one would take them seriously in a frilly pink dress or that make up Tell them they have a confidence problem That they should learn to speak up like the hyper masculine words were always the first to raise their hands
Invisible red pens and college degrees have been making their way into the middle of my sentences, I’ve been crossing things out every time I take a moment to think. Declarative sentences, so called because they declare themselves to be the loudest, truest, most taking up the most space most totally white men sentences Have always told me that being angry has never helped like anybody, has only gotten in the way of helping them declare more shit about how they will never be forgotten like ever
It’s like F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway were geniuses for turning women into question marks It’s like rapes happen all the time on campuses but as soon as John Krakauer writes about it, suddenly it’s like innovative nonfiction and not like something girls are like making up for like attention and it’s like maybe I am always speaking in question because I’m so used to being cut off It’s like maybe this is defense mechanism Maybe everything girls do is evolution of defense mechanism Like this is protection like our likes are our kneepads our uhms are our knives we tuck into our boots at night our you-knows are the best friends we call when we’re walking down a dark alley Like this is how we breathe easier But I guess feelings never helped anybody I guess like tears never made change I guess like everything girls do is a waste of time
So welcome to the bandwagon of my own uncertainty watch as I stick flowers in your punctuation mark guns ’cause you can’t just challenge authority You gotta take it to the mall too teach you to do the bend and snap paint its nails braid its hair Tell its looks like really good today and in that moment you murder it with all the poison in your like softness you let it know that like this like this moment it’s like, uhm, you know me using my voice
"No te nombro; pero estás en mí como la música en la garganta del ruiseñor aunque no esté cantando"
"I do not name you; but you are in me like the music in the nightingale's throat though it is not singing"
Dulce María Loynaz
fuck me
Make my skin food for your animal hunger, wrap my poor body in your woman's scent, give me to drink of your pure essence.
Fuck me in the name of freedom, of world peace, of the struggle for equality.
Make me dirty, rebellious as the flags, without complexes, leave me on tenterhooks, confess in my ear your unspeakable vices.
Sex brings life after the winter. Sex creates love from rubbing.
Ella es valiente y fuerte y rota todo a la vez
#valiente #fuerte #rota
Ya no le presto atención
al fin del mundo.
Ha terminado para mi
muchas veces
y comenzado otra vez en la mañana
That creature, with the radiant face that/ envied by angels, Arrived with the dawn and looked at me with fixed eyes. She wept and I wept too until morning. I ask myself:- Of the two of us, who is/ Is the lover?
happens on every trip, or better: it happens to me on every long trip. My time away from home freezes, solidifies, becomes a kind of massive, weird thing that closes in behind me. Then I am outside, I am subjected to something different, to travel, to the ephemeral element of not belonging to anything, to the collection of the other.
El desvío a Santiago - Cees Nooteboom
"La memoria es como una red: uno la encuentra llena de peces al sacarla del arroyo, pero a través de ella pasaron cientos de litros de agua sin dejar rastro"
Memory is like a net: you find it full of fish when you pull it out of the stream, but hundreds of liters of water passed through it without leaving a trace.
To read in a low voice
We share our bodies which was the only thing we had, and that was enough for everything we dreamed of -and that we never had- was also given to us
sitting here, I imagined you by my side and gave you all the birds of the world
Aquellos para los que el mundo no es suficiente, escribe Joseph Joubert, filósofos, poetas y todos los lectores de libros
it looks like drawings,
but inside the letters are the voices,
each page is a box of infinity voices.
don't let that this beer worth as inspiration to call your ex in a pathetic intent to come back together. Great cereals and hop died to make this beverage. Show some respect.
Read always has been a transfer, a journey, a trip to find yourself. Read, even being a commonly sedentary act returns us to our tradition of nomads
hug me until Jon Snow knows something