COMPULSORY SERVICE
- The mister asked for you to bring his coffee
into the back room.
- I don't want to.
- What do you mean you don't want to? You have
turned thirteen, you have to work.
- I'm afraid of the mister. The last time there
was no one at home he wanted to take me there but I escaped.
- Oh, daughter of mine, I do not play...! What's
wrong with the back room? I also knew it at your age. Actually, you come from
there.
Forbidden
to touch
A Pierre Bonnard, French painter (1867-1947),
who used to come to touch up his paintings in museums where he exposed, one day
a guard stops him. Shows him a sign that says "forbidden to touch."
LOCUS AMOENUS
The
afternoon is delicious. After a long hot day, a slight breeze cools the
atmosphere. Sitting on a park bench, I enjoy alone and in silence an almost
perfect moment.
The body of the girl crashes on my side with its characteristic sound of ripe
fruit. I look up. The second body - that of a boy this time- falls a little bit
later, a few meters from the bank. Afterwards another one falls, and another.
The storm has begun.
TOWER
The
woman woke up on the red carpet of an unfamiliar room. She opened the window to
observe the landscape. She just saw a conch floating in the air. She spread her
arms as if obeying a distant call, took the conch and brought it to her face.
When she heard the sound of the sea, she knew she was trapped in a tale from
which she could not escape. This was before the carpet lift off from the floor.
THINGS
I do
not kick a ball
I kick
things such as clouds
Love
is an empty dress, I say
And I
kick it away
I also
kick noughts
Which
is before things
Like
tears inside the eye
Or the
illusion that I absorb
In a
paper napkin
I kick
Says the air fitting
In that space
The clouds
Crossing through my bones.
THE BRICK
From
the sea I unearthed
A brick
I took
it home
amid
shells and stones
I
settled it among the lilies
It was
useless
I
cried the absence
of the
wall.
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