Nadine-jansen Post Pregnancy

RAYUELA

We were not looking for us but knowing that we were to meet.

touch your mouth with a finger touch the edge of your mouth, I draw as if out of my hand as if for the first time your mouth opened a little, and I just close my eyes and begin to undo everything I create each I want to turn the mouth, the mouth which my hand chooses and sketches on the face, a mouth chosen from all, with sovereign freedom chosen for me to draw with my hand on your face, and that by chance I do not seek to understand coincides exactly with your mouth that smiles beneath my hand that you draw. Did

that was back on his side, who had drowned, he was holding at the water and fondoera a shame. Both were felt in the moment, and slid toward each other to fall into themselves, the common ground and caresses the words and mouths wrapped as the circumference of the circle, these metaphors reassuring, that old sadness again be satisfied to always, continue, to stay afloat against all odds, against the call and the fall.

And that's how light we are the blind. That's how someone unknowingly reaches a road irrefutable mostarte which in turn would be unable to continue.

I look closely, each time closer and then we play the Cyclops, we looked closer and your eyes get bigger, closer together, overlap and the cyclops look, respiratory confusion, their mouths are and struggle in gentle warmth, biting his lip ... And if we bite the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a brief and terrible absorb silultáneo of breath, that instant death is beautiful. And there is one hard and one flavor of ripe fruit, and I feel you tremble against me like a moon on the water. That

each successive defeat is a final approach to the mutation, and that man is merely seeking to be, projected to be, slapping between words and conduct and joy spattered with blood and other rhetoric like this. Orbits

isolated occasionally shake two hands, a five-minute talk, one day at the races, a night at the opera, a funeral where everyone feels a little more united (...) How we hate everyone, not knowing that the love is the present form of this hatred, and how the reason for that is this deep hatred excentración is unbridgeable space between me and you, between this and that.