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Born BlackI am Black, with Broad-flat nose, thick lips labios carnosos.
My skin become a deceptive mirror to deflect signification.
My tightly coiled hair, spreads into a field of vision of Venus out of whites wonderbread.
My sensuous torso with pendulous breasts Stand like Tuarget lances.
In the home of the brave, my blackness flies into territories, into landscape, into landlords…
My equality reduced, distorted, contaminated eliminated, eaten by words, gazes, gestures credit history…
I am marked by words, by my epidermis… my skin imprinted with a flaming carimbo.
My physiognomy contaminates the field of vision With delusions of drug dealer, dealer of dirt, dealer of credit, dealer of destruction, dealer of crime...
My equality devoured within the phenotype of racism. I am black segregated by words. Skin, color, records, features…
Warriors saturated with dirt, clay, color, and sudor expanding into territories.
Papá Ogún God of the war standing against the landscape with omnipotent armor.
Warriors formed with shields of relámpagos embroiled with millions and millions of broad-flat noses, thick lips. Azotando like tropical cyclones.
The numerous shields embellished with tightly coiled hair. They are impregnate with blood, dust, and sudor.
In the center of their shields encrusted with numerous mouths crying in accord igualdad.
©2001
Container
I can listen to my sadness taking over my body.
I can eat my tears in mutating silence.
I can touch the light of the candle - de la vela- that penetrates my left nipple-mi pesón,
a container of rosaries, organic rosewindow.
My skin is a container, un rosario de espasmos- my skin in transmutation of agonies.
I can listen to my sadness taking over my body.
I can eat my tears in mutating silence.
©2001
There is Something
In the middle of the night I walk con piedras between my legs.
In the middle of the night I walk with desire between my legs.
In the middle of desire I walk with the night between my legs.
In the middle of the night I walk with ashes between my legs.
In the middle of the night I walk with a triangle between my legs.
In the middle of the night I walk with a death-desire between my legs.
© 2001
Enjambre de Espejos
Azulosos Para el Sabastine de Danticat Tu piel azul berenjena por momentos recorría como el agua suntuosamente gigantesco, mi rostro marino. Tu sudor se esponjaba con la humedad del roció mi inéditas modulaciones, mis botones forrados de velvet azul, mientras el libro me abandonaba en el tiempo. Te marchas desesperado con el alba, mis sabanas aun olorosas con los contorno del libro. Y las sensaciones de labios cubistas que se fugaban entre la escritura. Tus manos entre la flora de mi piel sin evitar tus olores que desbordan las paginas. Te aleja sin nadar en mis cabellos mientras, lamento los eclipses azules entre la escritura. 2008
Intrusions To Miguel Laclaustra Death smells in distorted tormented body, gnawed by SIDA. The hospital kept him a life with a muscular intervention of modern medicine. Encrustation of liquids and millions of translucent plastic systems attaching themselves with violent gestures to his ombligo, his anus, his mouth…. Thousands and Thousands of plastic tubes of melted medicine and a fleshy anorexic body.
Becoming translucent, the colossal devour bones, flesh, visions, memories…. Our eyes inflamed of tears. 2008
Between Salome and Penelope Salome waited as Penelope, but stripped of desires, undoing the web of words that codify…
While the bed of olive tree unfolds a promise, Salome deciphers the disguise of seduction…
Penelope without the rose of winds stands to discover the indigo inflame of mending with the treats of distance.
Salome mending tears; but lingering the return to surpass the threats of decapitation.
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