Tuesday July 16, 2013
FROM MY WINDOW
A tribute to Guillermo Arreola’s paints.
From my window, from both eyes, the other side seems to be only one kind of whiteness, a mist extinguishing. If I remain motionless, alone it dissipates; if I approach, it goes away; If I go away, it approaches. For its interior, which is mine, is revealed, we must scratch, somehow, try to touch its body; its face although it presents an atrophy; its true heart, although it’s insensitive; its true texture, the one that beats and shouts “Yes, I´m here; it’s me, I need you, I’ve been looking for you my whole life”.
- PURA LÓPEZ COLMÉ -