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Concierto
Parece que te vieron cantando, parece que también llorabas emocionada. Lo tenías al lado, querías que participara de tu éxtasis, lo abrazabas y te bamboleabas, lo besabas. Me dicen que él parecía una roca ridícula. Una especie de estatua burlona. Sin embargo, parece que continuaste navegando en tu naufragio dulzón. Siempre ha sido así y yo no te diré nada. No te diré que, desde que te saquearon el corazón, al amor hubo que comprarlo, que desde te convertiste en nada, intuiste que había que arrastrarse. Tampoco te diré que repetiste en tus hombres la maldad de aquel padre primigenio y maldito. ¿Para qué decirte todo esto? Tú lo sabes, yo lo sé y sin embargo ninguna de las dos quizás sepa nada. Además el corazón no crece de nuevo, la pesadilla no termina. Es mejor vivir en la droga de la insatisfacción solapada y de la sonrisa postiza, como las tetas.
Cinza Riciutti
Fundaba Ediciones, Caracas, Venezuela (2015)
Concert
It seems they saw you singing, that you were also crying excitedly. He was close to you, you wanted him to participate in your ecstasy, you hugged him and moved him, kissed him. They say he looked like a ridiculous rock. A kind of mocking statue. However, it seems that you continued navigating your sweet shipwreck. It has always been so and I won't say anything. I won't tell you, that since your heart got ransacked, love had to be bought, that since you became nothing, your intuition told you to crawl about. Nor will I tell you that you repeated in your men the evil of your primary and cursed father. Why should I tell you all of this? You know, I know and yet neither may know anything. In addition, the heart doesn't grow again, the nightmare doesn't end. It's better to live drugged in the overlapping dissatisfaction and false smile, like the breasts.
Cinza Riciutti
Fundaba Ediciones, Caracas, Venezuela (2015)
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