i've been born in a world of words and signs
that are no longer enough to let me become
to let me appear, because to construct my-self, precisely,
i need to deconstruct it in so many and ad-infinitum ways
words trap me, yet at the same time, release me
this is why only one tongue, one route, is never enough to think
a world that has turned into a hybrid poly-facetic layered stuff
if i break the tongue i was suppoused to use for my being,
then i am certainly breaking a limited world of codes and signs
and letting myself to naufragate into other semantic ways to create what we call real
i know very few things, but i believe i know this one for sure:
turmoil exists in every language, in every tongue.
this is why there's an urgent need to disolute and dissolve the barriers
that build up walls between us...
(who is us? is it possible to think that there's still an us? or do we have to create such crazy thing?)
if every language knows sorrow, grief, pain, suffering and desolation
maybe we should start thinking in a polyglot way
learning to speak the unspeakeable, making it audible
being able to hear what have remain un-hear-able:
shouting it, dancing it, singing it, feeling it, moving it, showing it, creating it
making exist what already does, but because of the hegemony of logos
and the well-known words they stucked us in schools
we haven't been able to express
contrariamente, ha sido bajo las alfombras
and also under the sheets,
bajo la tierra que sangra
que hemos enterrado aquello,
that bleeding non-material living thing
que aún nos late y nos pulsa por vivir
warm stranges tongues, one againt another, kissing and licking,
creating a world that hasn't even been invented yet, maybe is the only thing left to do
if we want to create a world that's ours
is this anarchic creation what would be, finally, an invention of our own
because no hay más lengua que aquella que besa (y que besa bien):
el resto, es pura ficción.
