And we shall remain invisible...

and we shall remain invisible, for we travel light

for we do not rush toward the light

for we dance if we can

with our eyes closed

all along the borders, all along the road

And would you wear berries in your hair

for this battalion of lovers...?

and we shall make our movements lighter…

(Rome. The Accidents of Gesture)

Vi relucir
los ojos ambarinos de la zorra,
la vi esconderse detrás de todo lo que es dulce,
escurrirse en las corrientes cálidas de la leche nocturna.

Me colgué los anillos a la cadera desnuda
y me abrí palabras rojas en los brazos
para que la Luna me escuchara.
Resplandecí como los ojos de la zorra,
hermana,
vulnerable y algo virgen,
de pie en medio de todo lo que es negro.
Cuando Ella me miró,
extendí mi mano con el espejo
y le canté mi petición
(yo sabía que Ella sabía,
sabía lo que yo no sabía saber).

(…)

Al volver a casa
(tanteando el camino, deglutiendo los ecos)
tropecé con algo suave y pequeño.

No necesité el espejo, hermana:
sus ojos no brillaban.

Proseguí en silencio.



I saw the gleam
of the vixen's amber-colored eyes,
I saw her hiding behind all that is sweet,
slipping away through the warm tides of the nocturnal milk. 

I hung the rings on my naked hips
and I carved red words into my arms 
to make the Moon listen to me.
I glowed like the vixen's eyes,
sister,
vulnerable and slightly virgin,
standing there among all that is black. 
When She looked at me,
I held out my hand with the mirror
and sang my appeal
(I knew that She knew,
She knew what I didn't know I knew).

(…)

Returning home
(feeling the way, swallowing the echoes)
I tripped over something tiny and soft.

I didn't need the mirror, sister:
her eyes did not glow.

Silently, I walked on.