Poema para ser leído en una falla eléctrica / Natasha Tiniacos

Poem To Be Read During An Electric Outage

Silence.
We’ll let silence describe things
and our hands lead the way
because everything’s naked in front of them.

Let’s speak the language of the secret
in this invitation to stop
in the friction of matches and crickets.

Let’s rebaptize ourselves with aromas
so that I can smell of guayaba whenever I need you.

Let’s dream
in this improvised century of lights
where we are
newly
primitive.




{ Natasha Tiniacos, Historia privada de un etcétera, Caracas: La Cámara Escrita, 2011 }