Childhood, devour me alive—swallow me and defecate me into nothingness.
En el silencio las ciudades fantasmas no son de asfalto caliente que te quema los pies, sino de rostros y nombres que escupen mis ruinas en el inconsciente del universo.
I no longer speak.
Look how I remain still.
Look how I love, with absurd sadness, the life that came after you.
Give me a warmth of welcome, but do not welcome me back—
do not come, my childhood.
Little girl, do not resist me; let me pronounce your name so I can evict you,
leave now the ruined city.
Driving you into my eyes each dawn does not solve number 20,
take revenge on me, and on who I was.
Open the wound for me and sleep there,
then let me go, and keep only it.
Photography by Larren Lee // Dev/Scan at Foto Hércules
I was born in Guadalajara, but I’ve lived in the country’s three largest cities. I’ve devoted almost my entire life to art, and in my work I reclaim childhood through creativity.