Reaparición / Rafael Cadenas


Today I discovered that the malignant edge still exists. It hadn’t revealed itself because I was living on the margins. In the calculable, with a thread in my hand. My cautions had replaced desires. There were no intruders in my room. Serenity was dawning over the sheets after collecting its victims. The executioner had retreated to the outskirts, and to my surprise, his panting dog was sleeping in my shadow.

Memorial (1977)

{ Rafael Cadenas, Obra entera, México DF: Fondo de Cultura Económica, 2000 }

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