lunes, 25 de agosto de 2008

And then I can't find him...

Tenía un hijo muy pequeño
me sentía muy feliz de tenerlo
era pelirrojo
con ojos azules y razgos subsaharanianos
yo estaba tan orgullosa
era tan bello!
El contenía en su aspecto físico muchos genes,
de todos los hombres que he amado?
And then I can't find him
is terrible
I wonder arround and I can see:
a yoga teacher teaching old ladies in a corridor between toilets
(disfunctioning toilets form the seventies)
And then there where this two
arab men trying to sell me some
ginger powder because I was laying down
feeling so heavy and tired.
11.06.08

4 comentarios:

Momo dijo...

Aprendo mucho de la sicologia feminina aqui, jajaja.

Como estas ?

Marisa Cornejo dijo...

thank you, yes is maybe about how sometimes in dreams we don´t lie to ourselves.

Momo dijo...

About confession of dreams and writting, do you know Michel Leiris ?

Momo dijo...

I don't found your comments in my blog.