Monday, October 27, 2014
Don't Forget I Come from the Tropics
Even long after my death
Long after your death
I want to torture you.
I want the thought of me
To coil around your body like a serpent of fire
Without burning you.
I want to see you lost, asphyxiated, wander
In the murky haze
Woven by my desires.
For you, I want long sleepless nights
Filled by the roaring tom-tom of storms
Far away, invisible, unknown.
Then, I want the nostalgia of my presence
To paralyze you.
María Martins (to Marcel Duchamp) c.1945