The storm starts...

Aunque es una tormenta entrañable...




Quédate quieto, en silencio, y escucha a tu corazón. Cuando te hable, levántate y marcha hacia donde él te lleve.


"A todos nos llegan los nudos. Al principio pequeños, casi ni los ves, nuditos de hilos de coser.
Después, son nudos marineros. Nudos en la panza. Nudos en las piernas.
Cuando te quieres acordar estás tan anudado que no te puedes ni mover."
(Gabriela Fiore)

Blackbird

(image from Maltieri)


"UNA: [...]
They were silent.
They didn't move.
I sat and waited.
They dind't come through to me.
I thought maybe you'd got off.
You'd been let go.
You'd be coming back to live beside us.
[...]
And we never moved house.
They to, to shame me.
To punish me.
So I'd be pointed at.
And slapped in the street.
Or the psychiatrist told them it was better to stay.
For for continuity or I hate the live I've had.
You wouldn't know that.
I wanted you to know that.
I kwew you'd forget about me.
[...]"


(Blackbird, David Harrower)

Enough.