Eunice Odio

DECLENSIONS OF THE MONOLOGUE

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I am alone

completely alone
.

between my waist and my dress

alone with my entire voice
.

with a cargo of slight angels

like those caresses which collapse

alone through my fingers.
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A confused child of sand

seeks a blue canoe

amid my floating hair.
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He holds his tribes of scent

with a pale thread,
.

thirteen pilgrims rush

to my profile of rose

at the quietest corner of my eyelids.

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II
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I arch slightly over

my heart of stone and flower

to see it,
.

to wear my arteries

and my voice

in a given moment
.

when someone arrives

and calls to me . . .

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but now I don't wish to be called,

I fit in the voice of no one,

do not call,

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because I'm descending to the depths of my meagerness

to the satisfied roots of my shadow,
.

because now I'm descending to the anguished

touch of a miner, carrying his half-open flower on his shoulder

and a big sign of love on his belt.
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I descend further
.

into the immediacies of air
.

Hurriedly waiting for the letters of its name

to be born perfect and habitable
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I descend even further,
.

Who shall find me?
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I wear my arteries,

(what great haste I have)
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I wear my arteries and my voice

I wear this heart of stone and flower,
.

so that in a given moment

when someone arrives

.
and calls to me
.

and not finding me

lightly arched over my heart, to see it,

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I will not have to go and leave my great voice,
.

and my high heart

of stone and flower.

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Equador