Mabel_A sepaRation
With the passage of time, I learned to forget her eye words, the measure of her adjective lips, the sharpness of her substantive hands. With the passage of time, time passed over my steps, and I filled myself with forgotten things that were forgetting me. The city of which I have spoken no longer exists, neither its streets, nor the mute sisters' shop, nor the ties as wide as paddles, nor the miniature palms, nor the Proustian atmosphere free of decadence. All has succumbed. The music, the dance hall, the dog leaning into the gramophone. Everything is lost, I lost it. The swelling around my eye disappeared long ago, but the bruise on my spirit remains, and something is missing, Mabel, something is missing, and that is why I walk through life like a crippled insect, a lizard without a tail, or something like that.
With the passage of time, I learned to forget her eye words, the measure of her adjective lips, the sharpness of her substantive hands. With the passage of time, time passed over my steps, and I filled myself with forgotten things that were forgetting me. The city of which I have spoken no longer exists, neither its streets, nor the mute sisters' shop, nor the ties as wide as paddles, nor the miniature palms, nor the Proustian atmosphere free of decadence. All has succumbed. The music, the dance hall, the dog leaning into the gramophone. Everything is lost, I lost it. The swelling around my eye disappeared long ago, but the bruise on my spirit remains, and something is missing, Mabel, something is missing, and that is why I walk through life like a crippled insect, a lizard without a tail, or something like that.
Text from ''Love story without words'', L.Sepulveda
