What has changed from there to here? The wind? That appears and disappears like a fast car’s ghost? The nights? Beyond the dark winter and into the sparkling spring? The fireflies? Speeding up towards new labyrinths? Or myself? Saying goodbye to the one of yesterday… And scared shitless of the one waiting ahead?
All these doubts sketched on a Technicolor sci-fi canvas Spread on dark rivers with a five hundred years stench On fire like the witches of Numarkt Hurting like childhood tears and youth’s scars All this doubts hanging from my skin, hunting…
But then again, what has changed from there to here? The new face of that beautiful poet’s kiss? The new friends that came out of nowhere into my days? Or all those forgotten nights lying behind on deleted emails? Perhaps my new old-fashioned mistakes Those new old versions of the same…
Feet holding tight on tight ropes that shred on time Old continent’s digital pictures repeating themselves Full of fears and tears and pleasures from others’ white sands And vanishing safety running away like soft remains… Or like soft diamonds… from thirsty black hands.
What has changed from there to here? Every sin. Everywhere. Everything there is to imagine. Burning.
Amsterdam, March 31st – 2005 Carlos Peralta-Cáceres
[El “Punto de Ataque” es un concepto originado en la teoría dramática y se usa para definir el primer momento de desequilibrio en el arco narrativo del personaje principal de una historia].
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