The Tip of the Iceberg

Hay quien puede vivir en su espalda. Deslizarse por la sombra y caer al vacio. Ya no importaba que vendieran miradas en frascos de cristal y mordieran su cuello a la vuelta de la esquina, ya hay quien podría vivir en su espalda. Todos esos muros caerían y el sonido contra el suelo nos despertaría tumbados en la hierba, rodeados de animales salvajesy moscas. Quizás, si no hubieramos abusado tanto de los pianos, de empujarnos en los autobuses, de crecer por inercia, no habria humo entre nuestros labios, ni arena en las pupilas. El futuro no se vestiría con tacones, jugariamos a sentir, o a amar en una sola pincelada, quizás, si no hubieramos gritado sin razones, nos hubieramos ahorrado este alma con afonia.
Las sombras se llenaron de agujeros, en mis muslos aun dolian sus dentalladas, las palabras estaban empapadas en sudor, y aun asi nos mirabamos odiandonos a nosotros mismos por no poder detener el tiempo. Pero ellos construyeron nidos, pintaron el cielo de verde y compraron pan y anzuelos. Habian dejado atrás el verbo, el guiño, acordarse de los sueños. Estaban listos para vivir en su espalda.  /


There is people could live in her back. Slip through the shadows and to fall to the void. It didn´t matter anymore that they sold glances in crystal bottles and bite her neck just around the corner, some people could live in her back. All those walls will fall and the sound on the ground we will wake up lying on the grass, surrounded by wild animals and flies. Perhaps if we hadn´t abused of the pianos, of to push on buses, of to grow by inertia, there would be no smoke between our lips, or sand in the pupils. The future would not dress in heels, we would play to feel, or love in a single stroke, perhaps, if we had not scream without reason, we would have saved this soul with aphonia.
The shadows were full of holes, my thighs still hurt their toothmarks, the words were drenched in sweat, and even then we looked each us, hating  for not being able to stop time. But they built nests, they painted the sky in green and they bought bread and hooks. They Had left behind the verb, the wink, remembering dreams. They were ready to live in her back. /