{"id":1330,"date":"2013-07-20T14:57:00","date_gmt":"2013-07-20T14:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viajeraeditora.wordpress.com\/2013\/07\/20\/cecilia-maugeri-doble-naranja"},"modified":"2015-06-18T03:10:56","modified_gmt":"2015-06-18T06:10:56","slug":"cecilia-maugeri-doble-naranja","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2013\/07\/cecilia-maugeri-doble-naranja\/","title":{"rendered":"Cecilia Maugeri: Doble Naranja"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Dibujo: Ulisses Mois\u00e9s de Carvalho<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n


<\/span>
<\/span>En un par de a\u00f1os<\/span>
ya no entro m\u00e1s<\/span>
no cabr\u00eda en esta cuevita<\/span>
quince a\u00f1os<\/span>
encabritada<\/span>
en un pasillo largo<\/span>
angosto<\/span>
ventanas diminutas<\/span>
cuchetas de camarote<\/span>
espejos para peinarse las trenzas<\/span>
pelo de mu\u00f1eca<\/span>
en un camar\u00edn de superestrella<\/span>
o monstruo<\/span>
adolescente y peludo<\/span>
\u2013velluda no es belluda\u2013<\/span>
cre\u00ed serlo<\/span>
toda la vida<\/span>
\u00bfvelluda o belluda?<\/span>
los pelos no pueden parar de crecer<\/span>
la ni\u00f1a-loba se esconde en su cueva<\/span>
y esp\u00eda por una ventana<\/span>
disimulada<\/span>
un peque\u00f1o agujerito<\/span>
espacio para el ojo<\/span>
cr\u00edtico<\/span>
en un par de a\u00f1os<\/span>
ya no entro m\u00e1s<\/span>
me chocar\u00eda con los techos<\/span>
quince a\u00f1os<\/span>
escondida<\/span>
mientras el lobo no est\u00e1<\/span>
me escabullo mirando por la ventana<\/span>
distra\u00edda<\/span>
ac\u00e1 adentro no pasa nada<\/span>
\u00bfqu\u00e9 te cre\u00edste?<\/span>
en un par de a\u00f1os<\/span>
ya<\/span>
no crezco m\u00e1s<\/span>
una mujer bons\u00e1i<\/span>
forjada en un molde diminuto<\/span>
\u00bfy te pregunt\u00e1s c\u00f3mo es vivir en un frasco?<\/span>
pensando en dejar de caber<\/span>
intentar romper<\/span>
o evaporarse<\/span>
y si me pregunt\u00e1s qu\u00e9 se siente\u2026<\/span>
qu\u00e9 decirte, te cuento:<\/span>
a veces pienso que me va a quedar chico<\/span>
y me da bronca y me da miedo y me quiero ir<\/span>
a veces veo que me queda perfecto<\/span>
y no me voy a mover<\/span>
y no voy a cambiar<\/span>
y as\u00ed petrificada voy a seguir respirando<\/span>
adentro de este molde<\/span>
encerrada en esta pieza<\/span>
que me queda c\u00f3moda, justa<\/span>
perfecta<\/span>
y eso me da tranquilidad<\/span>
y eso me da l\u00e1stima<\/span>
pena de ser tan chiquita<\/span>
cre\u00ed serlo<\/span>
toda la vida<\/span>
y un par de a\u00f1os<\/span>
m\u00e1s<\/span>
\u00bfcu\u00e1nta pena me pueden dar?<\/span>

<\/span>
<\/span>
<\/span>In a couple of years<\/span>
I won\u2019t fit anymore<\/span>
I wouldn\u2019t fit in this little cave<\/span>
fifteen years<\/span>
goatishly<\/span>
in a long passage way<\/span>
narrow<\/span>
tiny windows<\/span>
cabin bunks<\/span>
mirrors to comb braids<\/span>
doll hair<\/span>
in a superstar\u2019s<\/span>
or monster\u2019s dressing room<\/span>
adolescent and hairy<\/span>
\u2013the hirsute is not a beaut\u2013<\/span>
all my life<\/span>
I thought I was<\/span>
hirsute or beaut?<\/span>
the hair won\u2019t stop growing<\/span>
the wolf-girl is hiding in her cave<\/span>
and spies<\/span>
through a veiled window<\/span>
a tiny hole<\/span>
just big enough for an eye<\/span>
a critical eye<\/span>
in a couple of years<\/span>
I won\u2019t fit anymore<\/span>
I would hit the ceiling<\/span>
fifteen years<\/span>
hidden<\/span>
while the wolf \u2019s away<\/span>
looking through the window<\/span>
I slip away<\/span>
distracted<\/span>
here inside nothing happens<\/span>
what did you think?<\/span>
in a couple of years<\/span>
I don\u2019t grow anymore now<\/span>
a bonsai woman<\/span>
formed in a tiny mould<\/span>
and you are asking what it\u2019s like to live in a jar?<\/span>
thinking about not fitting anymore<\/span>
trying to break out<\/span>
or evaporate<\/span>
and if you ask me how I feel \u2026<\/span>
what can I say? Let me tell you:<\/span>
sometimes I think it\u2019s too small for me<\/span>
and I get angry and I get scared and I want to leave<\/span>
sometimes I see that I fit perfectly<\/span>
and I\u2019m not going to move<\/span>
and I won\u2019t change<\/span>
and petrified like this I\u2019m going to keep breathing<\/span>
inside this mould<\/span>
locked up inside this room<\/span>
where comfortably I fit<\/span>
right<\/span>
perfect for me<\/span>
and that makes me calm<\/span>
and that\u2019s a pity<\/span>
I\u2019m sorry for being so little<\/span>
as I believed I was<\/span>
all my life<\/span>
and a couple of years<\/span>
more<\/span>
how much more can they pity me?<\/span>

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<\/span>Cecilia Maugeri, Visitante \/ The visitor, Viajera Editorial, 2011.<\/span>

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Dibujo: Ulisses Mois\u00e9s de Carvalho En un par de a\u00f1osya no entro m\u00e1sno cabr\u00eda en esta cuevitaquince a\u00f1osencabritadaen un pasillo largoangostoventanas diminutascuchetas de camaroteespejos para peinarse las trenzaspelo de mu\u00f1ecaen un camar\u00edn de superestrellao monstruoadolescente y peludo\u2013velluda no es belluda\u2013cre\u00ed serlotoda la vida\u00bfvelluda o belluda?los pelos no pueden parar de crecerla ni\u00f1a-loba se esconde en […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3922,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[137,84,58],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1330"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1330"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1330\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3924,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1330\/revisions\/3924"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3922"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1330"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1330"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1330"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}