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When I put my hands on your body on your flesh I feel the history of that body. Not just the beginning of its forming in that distant lake but all the way beyond its ending. I feel the warmth and texture and simultaneously I see the flesh unwrap from the layers of fat and disappear. I see the fat disappear from the muscle. I see the muscle disappearing from around the organs and detaching iself from the bones. I see the organs gradually fade into transparency leaving a gleaming skeleton gleaming like ivory that slowly resolves until it becomes dust. I am consumed in the sense of your weight the way your flesh occupies momentary space the fullness of it beneath my palms. I am amazed at how perfectly your body fits to the curves of my hands. If I could attach our blood vessels so we could become each other I would. If I could attach our blood vessels in order to anchor you to the earth to this present time I would. If I could open up your body and slip inside your skin and look out your eyes and forever have my lips fused with yours I would. It makes me weep to feel the history of your flesh beneath my hands in a time of so much loss. It makes me weep to feel the movement of your flesh beneath my palms as you twist and turn over to one side to create a series of gestures to reach up around my neck to draw me nearer. All these memories will be lost in time like tears in the rain.
David Wojnarowicz, The Half-Life (via fleurishes)
The Manhattan Love Suicides: Stray Dogs (1985)
David Wojnarowicz Untitled (One Day This Kid…), 1990
David Wojnarowicz at ACT UP’s FDA Action protest, 11 October 1988
Photography by Bill Dobbs
Mona Matsuoka in Big in Japan for L’Officiel April 2017, ph. Keisuke Asano, style Danyl Genecrian & Riku Oshima
Es el hombre que asume la responsabilidad de una tarea conociendo su inutilidad final, su pequeña vanidad, su ninguna importancia en el panorama del destino de los hombres, pero la cumple bien y a cabalidad como hombre y se manifiesta y se hace asimismo como hombre.
Álvaro Mutis, (Celebraciones y otros fanttasmas, 25)
“Jaws clenched tight we talked all night oh but what the hell did we say?“
Julia yo te quiero y si tu quieres quererme estoy de acuerdo y podemos tener dos ijos cuando grandes y no llevarlos si no quieres a sarsuelas pero podemos cantar juntos las canciones que te aprendas y contar las mismas istorias y podemos ser novios y algun dia puedo pagarte que yo se que te gastaste tus aorros en mi y espero que seas mi viuda y mi morena clara asi seas blanca porque nada tiene gracia cuando no nos vemos y tu me alcansas las cosas que no alcanso. Dime que si. Te repito que te quiero, Leopoldo
En orden de estatura (Ricardo Silva Romero, 2007)
Así la vida.
Así la vida.
Amó a una criolla y fue correspondido a regañadientes. No insistió con el romance, era inútil alentar pretensiones, en realidad no tenía ni tiempo ni alegrías para dar.
El libro de los prodigios - Ema Wolf.