LA HOGUERA DE LAS VANIDADES
Thinking of the present
I was thinking about the present
so much that I fell again and my belly hardened
and closed my throat with a cloud,
the same cloud that I thought evaporated condensed, never left,
was always present,
and I am ashamed of my hand,
that which is believed to have an elegant aesthetic.
Suddenly his nails are so rotten that they scare me and I know that it is
only the beginning and the question is:
Am I sinking or am I not sinking?
They have arrived again, I feel them hovering,
I breathe and think about the present,
only the present and I go back to the past and I go to the future and my hands clench,
I remember who I am,
I was born with a cloud over my face and this made me unable to see anything, it was always wet, cold and dark. Today I am 7 years old and I still do not know the light.
One day my throat was opened,
a big and deep hole was made that I did not know what to do and I preferred to sleep,
I didn’t understand why I had such an exposed wound.
They all saw me and felt sorry for me and I also felt sorry.
I falling into a deeper sleep as time passes and one day just like that, I stopped breathing.
Just when I felt beautiful, good, intelligent and thought I would never be that person again, just that morning I look in the mirror and find a black, hairy mole the size of a mature hand covering half of my face. The mole breathed softly like a sleeping baby. One day, I understood that he had come to stay and he became my friend, my lover, I thought that I would die if he disappear and I clung to him and cared for him and loved him, I called him: Rita H.