ESTRAGON: Let's go.
VLADIMIR: We can't.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We're waiting for Godot.

Samuel Beckett
Waiting for Godot

viernes, 6 de mayo de 2011

verso, beso y cuerpo de mujer

exposición fotográfica: verso, beso y cuerpo de mujer.
Carla F.Z. y Érika a.C.
Café Clásico.
(calle san millán nº2, logroño)

it sometimes happens that a woman
gets distracted staring into space
and then occurs that her sight gets lost
between her partner's legs
giving way to the fog that follows
ethereal moments of violin

it sometimes happens that their hands meet
but their eyes don't 
-for it's not necessary-
and strength runs through every single vein
climbing up to their lungs
that spread looking for sustenance

it sometimes happens that they smile
staring at each other
and the world vanishes in a spiral of incense
making their toes shrink together
their goose pimples flourish in magenta
and their smiles raise in E minor.

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