{"id":970,"date":"2013-12-29T16:56:00","date_gmt":"2013-12-29T16:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viajeraeditora.wordpress.com\/2013\/12\/29\/breckenridge-cecilia-maugeri"},"modified":"2015-06-17T23:47:26","modified_gmt":"2015-06-18T02:47:26","slug":"breckenridge-cecilia-maugeri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2013\/12\/breckenridge-cecilia-maugeri\/","title":{"rendered":"Breckenridge – Cecilia Maugeri"},"content":{"rendered":"
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<\/span>Te ped\u00eds te exij\u00eds<\/span>
un espacio para el postre<\/span>
un lugarcito<\/span>
como si ese lugar<\/span>
\u2013ese cacho de est\u00f3mago\u2013<\/span>
nunca hubiera sido<\/span>
\u2013no es\u2013<\/span>
m\u00e1s chico que el que ya ocupaste<\/span>
sin pedir permiso<\/span>
el est\u00f3mago te grita<\/span>
\u00a1ya est\u00e1!<\/span>
no hay m\u00e1s<\/span>
pero ves<\/span>
lo dulce<\/span>
ojos que saben que no puede ser:<\/span>
eso no entra en el lugarcito que te queda<\/span>
pero igual<\/span>
siempre hay<\/span>
un lugarcito m\u00e1s<\/span>
el que te pesa cuando corr\u00e9s<\/span>
y sud\u00e1s<\/span>
y pens\u00e1s que son un par de a\u00f1os de m\u00e1s<\/span>
que no viviste<\/span>
y ahora te pesan<\/span>
muertos en el fondo de tu est\u00f3mago<\/span>
a\u00f1os que te comiste<\/span>
a\u00f1os que devoraste<\/span>
sin digerir<\/span>
sin espacio libre<\/span>
y as\u00ed segu\u00eds<\/span>
y no pod\u00e9s<\/span>
correr<\/span>
sin aire<\/span>
sin sangre<\/span>
porque te la chuparon<\/span>
todos los mosquitos<\/span>
porque tu sangre es dulce<\/span>
porque siempre ten\u00e9s espacio<\/span>
porque sos voraz<\/span>
y no pod\u00e9s parar<\/span>
de consumir<\/span>
y entonces<\/span>
te consumen<\/span>
la sangre<\/span>
dulce<\/span>
plateada<\/span>
y entonces<\/span>
te hund\u00eds<\/span>
y trat\u00e1s de buscar<\/span>
la br\u00fajula<\/span>
porque est\u00e1s tan abajo<\/span>
y cre\u00e9s que el norte es arriba<\/span>
y lo apunt\u00e1s<\/span>
quer\u00e9s buscar<\/span>
tu norte:<\/span>
ah\u00ed est\u00e1<\/span>
la flecha que te marca<\/span>
en el cuadrante<\/span>
la direcci\u00f3n<\/span>
como el reloj<\/span>
que te marca el sentido como una aguja<\/span>
que pincha<\/span>
siempre para el mismo lado<\/span>
marcando el ritmo<\/span>
tictaqueante<\/span>
ah\u00ed viene<\/span>
la \u00faltima porci\u00f3n de vida<\/span>
que te vas a comer<\/span>
dulcemente<\/span>
una y otra vez<\/span>
pero ya no<\/span>
es<\/span>
ya no est\u00e1<\/span>
porque no hay lugar<\/span>
room<\/span>
for<\/span>
dessert<\/span>
no hay espacio<\/span>
vas a desertar<\/span>
despacio<\/span>
vas a consumir<\/span>
\u2013aunque no quieras\u2013<\/span>
tu vida<\/span>
que ya no cabe<\/span>
en el espacio que le dej\u00e1s<\/span>

<\/span>
<\/span>You ask, you demand of yourself<\/span>
to leave room for dessert<\/span>
a little space<\/span>
as if that place<\/span>
\u2013that corner of stomach\u2013<\/span>
had never been<\/span>
\u2013it\u2019s not\u2013<\/span>
smaller than the space you already filled up<\/span>
without asking permission<\/span>
the stomach shouts at you<\/span>
enough!<\/span>
that\u2019s it<\/span>
but you see<\/span>
what\u2019s sweet<\/span>
eyes know that it can\u2019t be possible:<\/span>
that won\u2019t fit in the space that\u2019s left<\/span>
but then again<\/span>
there\u2019s always<\/span>
a little more space<\/span>
that weighs upon you when you run<\/span>
and you sweat<\/span>
and you think there are a couple of years more<\/span>
that you didn\u2019t live<\/span>
and now they weigh upon you<\/span>
dead in the bottom of your stomach<\/span>
years you ate<\/span>
years you devoured<\/span>
without digesting<\/span>
without room<\/span>
and like this, you go on<\/span>
and you can\u2019t<\/span>
run<\/span>
without air<\/span>
without blood<\/span>
because they suck it from you<\/span>
all the mosquitoes<\/span>
because your blood is sweet<\/span>
because you always have room<\/span>
because you\u2019re voracious<\/span>
and you can\u2019t stop<\/span>
consuming<\/span>
and then<\/span>
they consume you<\/span>
the blood<\/span>
sweet<\/span>
silver-coated<\/span>
and then<\/span>
you drown<\/span>
and you try to look for<\/span>
the compass<\/span>
because you are so far down<\/span>
and you think that north must be up<\/span>
and you aim<\/span>
you want to look for<\/span>
your north:<\/span>
there it is<\/span>
the arrow that guides you<\/span>
in the quadrant<\/span>
the direction<\/span>
like the clock<\/span>
that guides your sense like a needle<\/span>
that pricks<\/span>
always in the same direction<\/span>
beating the rhythm<\/span>
tick-tocking<\/span>
here it comes<\/span>
the last portion of life<\/span>
you\u2019re going to eat<\/span>
sweetly<\/span>
once and again<\/span>
but not anymore<\/span>
it is<\/span>
now it isn\u2019t<\/span>
because there isn\u2019t room<\/span>
room<\/span>
for<\/span>
dessert<\/span>
there\u2019s no space<\/span>
you\u2019re deserting<\/span>
slowly<\/span>
you are going to consume<\/span>
\u2013even if you don\u2019t want to\u2013<\/span>
your life<\/span>
that doesn\u2019t fit<\/span>
in the space you have left<\/span><\/p>\n

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<\/span><\/div>\n
Cecilia Maugeri, visitante \/ the visitor<\/b><\/i>, Viajera, 2011.<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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