En esta casa no miro el cielo / Antonia Palacios

In this House I Don’t Look at the Sky

In this house I don’t look at the sky. I look at the hard extension surrounding me, I listen to the battle of the wind far off in the distance. Its limits marginalize me from the openness. It’s a closed house, nothing in it is revealed. There are no spaces or columns or eaves where restless birds might nest. A naked house without the deep tremor of the secret. I stick to its walls, to its desert scent. It’s my house.




Hondo temblor de lo secreto (1979-1980)




{ Antonia Palacios, Ficciones y aflicciones, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }