I thought we talked about electricity last night.<\/p>\n
Because of the fear of silence generated by bodies in comfort<\/p>\n
Lying on broken backs<\/p>\n
Where it was said.<\/p>\n
The second time<\/p>\n
Because I thought it would have been irrelevant<\/p>\n
The talk in which we said nothing<\/p>\n
but we need to talk<\/p>\n
Where what was said was to fill up and set us aside<\/p>\n
Feeling and breaking after<\/p>\n
Where the ephemeral becomes strong and we only think that being<\/p>\n
not enough<\/p>\n
Then we fill<\/p>\n
We fill<\/p>\n
To turn back on our bodies and twist our gaze<\/p>\n
And as in dreams we curl up waiting to appear<\/p>\n
Another day we will talk about fear and the security of having ourselves<\/p>\n
That quickly became the vulnerability of the other.<\/p>\n
Someone said that to write is to talk about love when it is over<\/p>\n
And I agree that what has survived is thanks to the letters.<\/p>\n
I also wrote when it was over<\/p>\n
And the viscera came out wherever they wanted without leaving any trace of me.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pensaba en que hablamos de electricidad la noche pasada Por el miedo al silencio que generan los cuerpos en comodidad Acomodados sobre espaldas rotas Donde lo dicho. La segunda vez Porque pensaba que habr\u00eda sido irrelevante La charla en la que no dijimos nada pero necesitamos hablar Donde lo dicho fue llenar y hacernos a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6128,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"cybocfi_hide_featured_image":"","_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[17385],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-147880","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing"],"acf":[],"mb":[],"yoast_head":"\n