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DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
INDIO GRIS Nº 75
run away is impossible.
overfly the world
run away is impossible.
carry the poison in your entrails,
seed, here I plant myself
the green scent of lemon,
you see I'm the one who salutes you,
expansion of the rainbow,
from the light blue cosmos and the sun,
lose my being among fragments,
can I explain to you that time won't ever go by through me. I'm that space
lacking all kindness, I'm the subterfuge of a damnation.
the doors, I'm the one who couldn't, the one who didn't want to, the one
who doesn't know, the one who doesn't have. I'll produce a story out of
all that that I'm not. I'll be the existence of what doesn't exist, a
complete modern person, full of energy. Several millions of young people
drugged with heroin, which more than a drug looks like a woman, more than
a woman looks like the mother, for me to write those foolish things about
what doesn't exist. No century ever gave so much to obtain their writers,
in its majority, dead, to write some page full of passion.
can't spend my life like this, although I know that this is just beginning. The
same things that happened to me with my previous psychoanalysts are happening
a delirium! The things I'm doing for psychoanalysis. Everyday I read some poetry
book, but as I don't understand a word I benefit from the feeling I get.
have been reading Höldering and Eluard, I liked more Höldering and, besides
that, I realised that my husband doesn't like when I want to talk about
for the first time enthuses me more than reading for a second time.
Do you trust your
intuition, your glance?
smiles, she cleans out her snots and says:
started to happen as if it always would have happened. She, lying as usual
on the bed, looking at her hands, I, knelling in front of the mirror
watching my genitals.
we started to flee from each other because we had realised that any
contact could become too pleasant for us. None of our families could, for
sure, stand such love.
stopped talking brusquely and we looked at each other in the eyes
desperately. Later she undressed and sang, with open legs, the Argentine
National Anthem, looking at the future.
Stop, I told her. Do you want me to cry? Didn't you realise that
the man I carry with me dies each day?
clearly noticed that my desperation was increasing, then instead of
singing, she moduled and her absolutely
erect tits seemed the tits of a soldier.
I began to masturbate myself furiously in front of the mirror, she stopped
singing and gave my small kisses all over my back. And she looked at me in
the eyes and laughed and she also wanted to touch and I let her.
yourself, too, you'll
see how wonderful it is.
encounter of the bodies in reality depends on the speed of the gaze.
After, among howls and desperation, everything looks normal again.
economic stability depends on the worker's skill, that demands from the
worker much more than a simple fulfilment of the work timetables.
to put order is also not to realise that an accumulation has taken place.
now, there aren't much ways left, or we circulate what has been
accumulated or what has been accumulated rots.
I cannot continue with what I have started it’s for fear of the future,
that is to say, a feminine fear of death.
questions cannot be taken by chance. Beforehand, there are questions which
should be treated before beginning a new activity. Without knowing the
past there is no new activity.
old questions we will arrive no
place. To talk to people as much as necessary, without thinking that
someone can or can't.
them the power, that is all the mystery.
charmed nightingale dies trapped in his own singing. His singing belongs
to the world, it doesn't belong to him either and that makes him suffer.
Poor nightingale, recalling his mother.
only person who can give me the true gift from heaven is me.
unruliness, any freedom will be transformed into illusion of belonging to
others. Death, as any other word, is only the passage from one significant
to another significant.
FROM THE EDITOR
to get old, no more pain, no more blame. We have already paid, now we
should go for what corresponds to us, go ahead without blame, without
fear, without pain.
together stubbornly, obstinately, without remorse, without shame.
And this way we'll go holding hands with good fortune, without blame, without remorse for the dead, without shame for the living ones who can't. No fear, no shame and he who cannot take it, fuck him, without fear, without blame, without remorse, without pain, without pain, without blame, without fear.
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