I remember all of you,
although I’m seeing you for the first time,
you are my aunts,
my mother's childhood friend,
a neighbor,
a repetition,
the root of my laughter,
you are the familiar shop assistant, the one who greets me and everyone at home every time I
shop,
you are the hairstyles I choose from while I wait my turn,
you are a transferred moment and I want to stay here;
because here we exist,
here I have a brother with a tender and playful gaze,
although we don't hold hands, our eyes do,
here we eat a meal from a single plate,
here waiting is a pose that landed beautifully in someone's gaze,
here I have a predecessor who sees the contours of my body
You are a repetition
You are a lineage that brings me to life in black and white photographs. You are gazes that
evokes anecdotes.
You are the evocation of a joyous song, when you come home, when you call, when you
remember.
You are the evocation of a joyous song, when you dance, when you see and when you are
seen
You are the evocation of a joyous song, when we speak, when we mention, when we recreate
When you have a day at the beach,
with houses as the background
and the sea as a recalling of a sound,
the sand as a backrest – no one meets my eyes and where is the youngest?
When the meal never seems to end and the gaze lands and stays with me.
When dad's shoes are under the sofa and you're just about to start sliding across the floor and
bring us along in your dance.
When lines end in small stories while the head rests against a chair, perhaps on the edge of a
bed. perhaps the hair just got done. perhaps we have loved.
When the dynamic returns and I recognize it
Compliant, playful.
When several generations in a pyramidal formation come together,
children at the bottom,
elderly sitting on chairs above,
the rest standing and the cut omits
one who carries and one who is carried
When everyone wears beautiful clothes to celebrate, to live, to smile
When the wind blows the clothes back and the kiss forwards
When she becomes part of the archive of women who have given their gaze to the future.
When you stand at the front of the stage as in a monumental moment, while the microphone
is disconnected and the pianist is resting.
Crucial moments
Contracts, itchy clothes, hair just like in the picture, a little too tight, it's my sister's shoes, and
this is your first wedding, right?
You are a repetition, and not yet martyrs.
It is soft, still,
there is joy and there is desire,
there is us and you several times, even infinitely and I want to stay here.
