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Me, me, and the other me.

artist: Luz Lizarazo

By: Ariadna Cortés

"Inspired by the work of Luz Lizarazo , Piel (2017) "

It was in the middle of two thousand and three

at the beginning of autumn

when the plague invades

the trees until they wither 

their yellowish, or perhaps reddish leaves

 

in the mirror of my bathroom

proof of identity,

I was about to brush my teeth

remove the dirt accumulated during sleep,

then a distraction appeared:

in front of me, an old man,

30-year-old, bearded, mustache,

scruffy, with a tired look,

the wrinkles gave, perhaps,

illusions to come, perhaps, thousands of failures.

 

I dared to raise my voice

Who are you?

that voice answered me

Dad?

Son?

none of us said anything.

 

I asked myself,

keeping the secret

if by touching his skin I would become him

or he in me.

I could feel him very close

Like that game where Mom and I

got so close until

we were touching each other’s eyelids.

Or that dream of winter nights

where I liked being asleep between my parents

touch their skin, protect me from ghosts

From living toys, from fear itself.

 

In the mirror,

There I was

At the age of 3, 13 and 30

sharing the same skin

erasing, for a moment,

borders of identity.

TRANSLATION BY:

@emeidealba

ESCRITO POR:

Ariadne Cortés

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