El Paraguas Rojo

Expiring for love is beautiful but stupid – Jenny Holzer Los colchones ajenoshuelen a algodón de azúcar y formaldehído.  Llevando algo rojo, algo robado, disecciono insectos que lloran por ser descritos; con una lucidez que roza la perfección y muerde el polvo con la oxitocina precisa.   El rosa melocotón con el que sellé sus labios ahora marca los cigarrillos …

Jenny Holzer and I

I found her on a bench in Venice. This one, I think.  I touched the marble and read these words twice. And I knew somebody, somewhere, had thought about my vital situation in that right moment and had carved every letter. I WAS the particular person ALL THAT was written for. I was anyone. I’ve been trying… trying to cut …