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Hablar en lobos en moléculas, comprender el modo en el que el azar nos entreteje y nos tiende variables: atender la variabilidad, la fotosíntesis y la verdosidad del aire y de las hojas: recuperar las nubes de la infancia.
El sueño de toda célula, Maricela Guerrero
El cerebro de mi madre contiene un grupo de estrellas que constelan llevando el nombre del recuerdo cariñoso que las enciende.
Voyager, Nona Fernández
Arriba, en los edificios / silba lo que persigue a mi raza, / un ídolo de piedra / sobre el que la tarde baja
Martín Armada, La gran meseta
¿Quién puede predecir lo que un día se separará de la oscuridad
para perseguirnos como un perro asustado?
Manon Uphoff, Caer es como volar
Mariana Magdaleno.
Debo ponerme en las maternales manos del ritual. Encontrar un disparate cualquiera que a fuerza de repetirse termine siendo verdadero.
Aviones sobrevolando un monstruo. Daniel Saldaña París.
Una ballena es un país:
: no pesa porque no tiene anatomía, tiene geografía.
Isabel Zapata
Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant scissors, I do not know. Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear, I do not know. Perhaps God is only a deep voice, heard by the deaf, I do not know.
Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question. It is written on the tablet of destiny that I am stuck here in this human form. That being the case I would like to call attention to my problem.
There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab. The doctors of Boston have thrown up their hands. They have tried scalpels, needles, poison gases and the like. The crab remains. It is a great weight. I try to forget it, go about my business,
cook the broccoli, open and shut books, brush my teeth and tie my shoes. I have tried prayer but as I pray the crab grips harder and the pain enlarges.
I had a dream once, perhaps it was a dream, that the crab was my ignorance of God. But who am I to believe in dreams?
Anne Sexton, The Poet of Ignorance.
Raisa Maudit. The Vampire Manifesto.
Soy una madre castradora:
mi amor es lo peor que podría sucederte.
Miriam Reyes, Bella durmiente
Pakui Hardware
Enlacé Eros con Tánatos y me puse a recrear la historia de nuestros cuerpos, no como especie procreadora que aspira a la supervivencia, sino más bien como abismos deseantes, creación y destrucción en un movimiento perpetuo e infinito
El libro de Joan, Lidia Yuknavitch