Wednesday, November 25, 2009


Skin and bones tender like flowers in the snow, I have been afraid any touch would bruise me like a petal, afraid time could never stop but it has stopped for me. Now it has started to run like it does for everybody else and I will run behind it, never a step ahead.

A couple of years ago I packed my things and went away with you, I sold almost every little thing I owned but I kept some of them hidden, I kept memories, letters from girls who loved me, gifts from other men. I threw away much of the things that nobody wanted to buy but I sold too much. Above all things, I kept myself, I was wise enough to have chosen me over you (oh darling, if I could I would have chosen you, the warmth of your skin, the raven black hair of a boy who loved the tides and the unknown more than he could ever love anybody).

A couple of years ago, I spent days dressed in dreams, thinking that no matter what happened, love could overcome all the dangers and the misery, but it didn't and when it didn't, the word "goodbye" was flying from my lips as once the words "I love you" flew from them.

On a beautiful day, like any other, you pinned me to a wooden box and sold me to the highest bidder. Nor love or time could undo what was done.

I cried, darling. I cried like nobody has ever cried.

There was no time to save what love couldn't save before.

(The weeping Venus by Romaine Brooks)

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c* said...

such a lovely interview. thank you darling.
xoxo
c*

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c* said...

*flutters eyelashes and kisses you tenderly on the forehead*

que lindas todas esas cositas.

kisskiss.