Shakhar26
Do³±czy³: 05 Mar 2024
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 When the body is the wound |
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Then one remembers oneself as a girl and goes towards a horizon of smiles. Waves coming or not coming to the sands, but agreeing with each other with admirable softness. This is what I fear. But for a moment the happy body, the golden skin, the clean blue eyes, maybe green, the wrinkle-free face. However, I say, however, below or behind or on the other side one is a beggar, one sleeps under a bridge totally drunk and hugging a doll, one is a whore, one is toothless, syphilitic, cancerous, even if now on the verge of the hotel pool adored for all the male eyes Hispania has given to fecunda. She is becoming syphilitic, yes, not objectively, not enough to go to consult a syphiliographer, but mentally eaten, bitten and then spit out by a tiger that is not completely hungry (hence the suicide soon, very soon).
Bitten at the edges, ruined, monstrously wounded, incurable, even if the eyes are blue, perhaps green,” wrote Alejandra Pizarnik (in her text El Escorial de ella), trying, as always, to try to explain the inexplicable. The unspeakable. Cover-Life when I was fragile-aloneAll that you feel when the other's gaze transforms into a dagger, a feather, a spear. Or when our guilt embraces the perversion of others, with the sole intention of looking UAE Phone Number askance at us and spying on our desires. Honestly, reading this novel and not having Alejandra's words explode in my face was impossible for me. The so famous and battered gender, female? as martyrdom, judge and witness. The mandate as an offering. The reward and punishment of being born a woman? and have to pay? the miracle, the opportunity, the consequence The textualized and sexualized body.
The embodied text. The signifier and the meaning in the eyes of others. Us as object and subject of desire. Our desire to please. To be accepted and loved? for a world that, among other things, venerates us, redeems us, justifies us and kills us, in the name of our much-beaten freedom. Photo. Ada Valero.Adolescence as the scene of all that fragility. Suicide as liberation and as an excuse. The pen of Ada Valero (writer and graduate in Romance Philology and Contemporary German Literature from the University of Freiburg) that transforms into an edge and leaves its mark on each word. In every space. In each place. That she comes to unmask us and pierce the wound. To delicately lean on all those scars that we try to hide.
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