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  • Since the world was born I was taught some things. I wanted the sour taste of a sweet unrestrained freedom, blue, any object: extending my world as far as when we see the stars of a beach at night, blinding stars and the emotion that overflows the chest and gets the face wet from a confession of not-knowing: it becomes special at that moment. I wanted the right to change the world: my selfishness, changing the verbs; all the songs with no chorus rhymes, torn poems, the forgotten metrics, no author to be named by heart, no comma in the right place: so maybe this way I may start changing any world, offering my other objects to people I love. I joked with a blue pen in my mouth when you asked me about my future plans: In my book there are no sheets to be scratched, the poems are all unfinished, the stories do not close, the plots do not cover, there is no epilogue. Then I live in this type of fantasy, by letting the pen fall, I laugh and pretend that I'm just that one in the front, with two feline eyes, the trees, the ruins: that's all. I wanted the taste that does not exist: I wanted a perfect world, even if perfection is just a nonexistent formula. I do not want peace, no calm: to me none of these teach me a thing: I do not want anything too confused in verbs or adjectives; I´m this way, damaged. Maybe all I wanted is only love: because to love is the easiest way to fake immortality.

    Picture by Ju Bertechini.
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