Spaceship

13... Eso decía el número en el llavero de su habitación, al menos eso me gustaría leer. No podía ser más que buena suerte, o al menos eso me gustaría pensar. La encontré tranquila, dueña de sí, espectacular. Yo bajaba medio dormido por un alma para desayunar, nunca supe la razón por la que la encontré en el mismo lugar. Era básicamente perfecta, con el morbo que despierta la revelación de las coincidencias, hablando el mismo idioma que ahora me aferraba a olvidar. Se encontraba vestida para despertar todo lo que pensaba se encontraba muerto, a pesar de que yo estaba convencido que no habría nuevo para desayunar, que serían de nuevo huevos, que sería otra vez cereal.  Su cara revelaba los años que había vivido, sus ojos las ganas de vivir más. No estábamos para juegos, a pesar de que en esas condiciones me habría detenido a explorar cada parte de su piel, a besar cada centímetro de su cuerpo, cada peca sobre sus hombros. Sus formas eran perfectas, delicadas y el cabello dorado como...

Me lo pides sin ganas, sabiendo que estás atrapada, sabiendo que no puedes salir. Detente, me lo dices de nuevo mientras me clavas tus uñas, detente gritas mientras te aferras a mi cabello.  Detente me suplicas sabiendo que no hay escape, lo gritas en cuantas lenguas conoces y ruegas por un poco de piedad. Pero que no hay refugio seguro para nuestro ser. Detente me gritas a la mañana siguiente, mientras, me pides en el oído un poco más...

My mind is blocked when I'm writing a word on you. There's no reason, no bad feeling, no pain, but I know the appropriation is mine. Your memories are mine; I don't want even share them with my writing. The memories of you are apart from the world; they are far away. They don't live in the fire, and the passion of handwriting but they live there, enough, permanent. I know, however, you're made of all of the elements. The fire lives on you but is calm and shiny, comforting, balanced. I've been heating by those flames so many times that I got used to getting burned. I'm used to your water also. Patient and infinite, wise and eternal. Full of life but wild and destructive. I've been drinking for a long time but I'm always thirsty.  I've also seen the passion, and the wild wind, but I'd better like to remember the soft touch of your hands in my hands. You are the elements together, and the perfection of someone I've renounced and I'm not ...

You are the expression of the limits just from your name.  Every detail of you is expressed in the closest way to perfection, but it has the advantage of being just simple to construct even more perfect being. There's no description for that. Your limits come from the sky, as the colour of your eyes, and the deepest part of the infinite is not brighter than your smile, the shadows are part of the contrast to understand the complementarities between light and dark. Every hair of yours is made of durable finest thread, golden and bright as forbidden treasures, longer and not so straight to be lost in its deepest aroma. Your beauty is as natural as the warming sun rays after a long winter, fresh and relieving, sweet all the time. The expression is candid, and the look is unstoppable, but everything conjugated is what makes you strong. Is not any part of you outside the frontier of perfection, but it's the combination of everything that turns you, human. The symmetry of your hips i...

I'm ashamed. Every year it's harder to understand the true meaning of March the 8th without being politically incorrect, but this year is about be the revolution of the ashamed. And the road has been long. I should not congratulate you for being of one sex different than mine because I have to understand the difference between sex and gender. It's ok, it's always a social construction, like the one you have sometimes used indiscriminately to favour your position without the ethical protection of the gender, or even better, the one you have exploited in the name of the protection of the gender. It's advantageous when it has to be, but historically oppressive all the other time. But never it's egalitarian. However, it's not the right answer for this year. Then is not a celebration. How are we supposed to celebrate one gender just for the reason of being? If it's social, we should celebrate socially many of any other human group constructions if it's na...