Estoy en contra de todo / Antonia Palacios

I’m against everything

I’m against everything, the one who told me I love you, the bird that flew off, the disphaneity of the sky, the downhill trail and the trail that crawls upward. A cloud passes and the air passes. The voice is dissolved in space and there’s a perennial longing in the earthly spot where I find myself, an annulment of everything as though a giant sponge had erased life. I recall the other times, the transparency of the air, the bonds of love, the infinity of hours cultivating each instant and that taste for things, that recreation of touch, my fingers on an animal’s skin.

{ Antonia Palacios, Ese oscuro animal del sueño, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 1991 }

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