
Margarita, 2020
Margarita , 2020
video 5.42" - poem
It is a solitary latitude out there.
Exhausted of going to the inappropriate direction
there is a hope that's hopping nearby our destiny
by his side , me walking on circles
begging for the past ghosts to invite me at their party
the worst is that we attempt on holding to something continuously
when change is all there is.
How can I let this viscous experience drop down on the grounds ?
"All there is , is you gazing back", he said
-Was that you, a marble outside your door steps?
Indignant is the shelter of suffering
cover this vigorous isolation
they run away as they realised there is no more to grasp
I was all ready in their circle squirming with eyes shut.
A woman made from your hands for me
overlaying her eyes with both hands.
Please recall these appealing details
scraping a wound from inside out
strolling with her feet up in the skies in circles
she was I
she nearly lived by my side
for almost all those years in secrecy
as I was stamping on her
I was devastating her with haughtiness
she never confront
forgiveness she is
she is all I possess
I can perceive her
on the kitchen floor weeping for attention
she disguised, although I realised.
I'm moving her departed body
there is no future
nothing to be done
let me recall dragging her from her long black hair
as you screaming :
"she was magnificent" !