Homorodan
Everything and Nothing
Silens Loquor: Olga Orozco: Un Relámpago, Apenas. Translated by us →
A LIGHTNING, NOTHING MORE
In front of the mirror, me, the inescapable:
Nothing to be grateful for, all these years past,
Nothing, not even the peace, marked with renunciations,
With its motionless color.
Nor does this skin record the splendor
of passing angels,
Just dryness or, barely, the…
"Every dawn he would appear in the imaginary setting of the forest he had lost once and for all. It was as if he kept the forest embalmed in some inevitable nook of his dreams and would grab it as he came out, furtively, with his dissembling air of a pickpocket of weeds, a vanisher of frogs and hares."
Olga Orozco, “Nanni Sometimes Flies” (via invisiblestories)
Bridget Tichenor Retrospective at the Museum of the City of Mexico (by henrichy0205yt)
