por Omar Pimienta
Llegamos a esta cama con infinidad de filias
Residuos de nombres que nos amotinaban la boca
Patrones de conducta en la memoria muscular
Engranajes desiguales que friccionaban a destiempo
Ruido aristas polvo de limadura
El orgasmo entonces era el tic nervioso de la esperanza
Sonrisa cansada de saludo por la mañana
Veníamos del lugar en que no se aseguraba nada
Queríamos coger con la esperanza
De
reveler una foto de familia
Mitigar
la migraña
Alcanzar
un orgasm infinito
Con
la fe
De
conciliar un sueño inolvidable
Descansar un poco
De
la illusion
Del
dolor acumulado tras los ojos
Incluso una mañana o dos o todas sacudir las sábanas de tanto escombro
Salir juntos tempranito a caminar un rato.
We arrive at this bed
with an infinitude of preferences
Residues of names that disturbed our mouths
Patterns of behavior
in muscle memory
Misfitting gears which
rubbed at the wrong time
Grinding edges filing powder
Therefore the orgasm was the nervous tic of hope
A tired smile of
recognition in the morning
We arrived from the
place in which nothing was assured
We wanted to fuck with
the hope
Of
revealing a family photo
To mitigate the migraine
To reach an infinite orgasm
With the
faith
Of
reconciling an unforgettable dream
Resting a little
From
the illusion
The
pain accumulated through the eyes
Including one morning
or two or all of them ridding the sheets of so much rubble
Going out together a little early to walk a bit.
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