There is a structure in my body are corners, scaffolding and foundations that regularly shake, depleting the column that is my bra, which is on my side since I am in the place of my dreams when I run away from this world, but column stays, protects me against my excesses and I know he loves me.
emerging body was I when that column, took with intense light in one of my corners just defined angle. Since then eternal life in me, acting as my single vertex.
stations are moving in this, my structure. As a natural rule of life, come and go over and over again in all these years I've grown older and my column and although the light side of this column is not as intense as before, I think that is solid at times, perhaps the times in which I will let Him. Sometimes I wonder if my underworld, surreptitiously and quietly waiting for my wishes, because I myself will be refused virtue. God what terrible if so!
When my time observed in winter, I love and miss but it never really moves me and my body lives clinging to it. Another time, my veins in the first equinox, the time of the senses that are left dazzled by other columns that seem to support stronger or more attractive, which I do not want to be with me, I try to separate it and although it is solid and has a good temper, the column is suffering, I see me off even more and tear. Other times when the sun wakes me up the skin and the smell of ocean over my belly, indefinitely ignore sadness and fled to my fantasies and dreams that are true. Decanting the foundation, tries to leave in another structure, and sometimes, just sometimes, in some other column. But my angles are tied for life and the stones of my memory that does not bother, stay there while accompanying my feet and my body, running after a stampede. And again the column to support and heal the wounds, when he returned unpaid without reaching even to glimpse.
There are moments in life, within of the thousands of bricks that were built around me, where I am and I can not go outside, then I get scared. Others, most of the time, I'm in and I do not want to leave or I can not and these two lines dissipate as the corners of my body, including the wishes of my temples boiling drowning in the failed dreams where I escape the fantasies, after exhausting them with my realities and then strike with fury to this column is my corner, my dear silent supporting caster and more eternal and true.
Elena López Meneses
