Paradojas de la vida encontrarse una tarde
en tu cuarto, escribiendo
conectando como si vinieras del futuro
viendo quien sos
y – luego de haberlo perdido todo –
respirar aliviada.
Como si perder fuera la condición
para poder conectar
y que tu ser brote
y yo ahora me vea a mi misma, siendo.
Paradoxes of life find yourself one afternoon, in your bedroom writing connecting as if you come from the future, seeing who you are and – after having lost everything – breath with relief. As if losing were the condition to be able to connect and that your being sprout and I now could see to myself , being.
Daphne Calleg 