“In the sorrow of the limitless mediocrity, that drowns us from everywhere, I am consoled that somewhere, in some small room, some stubborn people fight to eliminate the wear”
– Odysseas Elytis
My hands
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
Invent another body for your body
– Octavio Paz, “Touch”
Is it too much to believe that our skins are portals
to a place beyond flesh and bones
and all we need
is to discover the combination of strokes and kisses for it to open?
That beyond the small talk and fatigue
we can find a place
between thighs and sighs
where the world cannot enter
without shedding its veil?
What concatenation of words lifts our defenses
and lets us touch our further nudity?
What series of glances and smiles
makes us forget the door open
so we can finally enter the place we call home?
