From one who warns with sharp wit to the cause, the very painful effects of the struggle of conflicting affections.

You do not know

the rapture that for me has been

to learn of its spherical existence

you do not know that

although I would like to say to you: madam

instead I tell you: suripanta- gaznápira- ceporra

grievances of which I was previously unaware

go to

I do not know if from my mouth

or my intestine

starts as a hiccup and ends in melancholy

also: lechugina- stolida- crabs

it is from time to time that for my guts

blasphemy is an amendment.

 

I don't have the...

libitum

(so to speak)

to know her facie ad faciem

I don't know if it is really among your graces

is to be one: pacata - cosiaca - mamacallos

it is this involuntary movement of my diaphragm

that repeats itself

more or less at regular intervals

verraca- merdellona- zurulla

excuse me, but in an oversight

I have taken the spirit out of the tongue

to give it to the viscera.

 

Hogaño

that I know of its disoriented existence

a part of me ceased to exist

(even if it is not

so precisely because of

your metomentodo existence)

I am left with a bird wound

that has hurt me

has broken me

has kept me awake at night

and even the desire to eat fritters

 

you ignore what it has been for me

say goodbye to its non-existence

bufa- felóna- sorimba

that half of my heart is inclined to loathe her

and the other half to want to forget it

 

excuse me: uncouth - perfidious - samuga

it's my hiccups, my ego, my wounded feminism

the speaker

I do not know these words

neither do you: zullenca.

 

Maybe one day

when we are Norwegian

we will enjoy a coffee together

while the children play

 

For the time being, I have already started

their dull eyes

(symbolically of course)

and I have placed them in front of my broken heart.

 

I doctrine lukewarmness and uneasiness to him

I confess my great crime

detest it

I trust the wind to carry my grievances

up to their ears

 

for the moment

it is my duty to return to you: sebuda-ladrona

his dagger

and if you condemn my discourtesy

also blame his boldness

that if my boldness is excessive

your arbitrium was not fair.

 

Photography by Igor Baranchuk