Smoking With Belly Button Hernia

From" PARTIAL PORTRAITS "

Gitana Orange

Julio Romero de Torres

(Painting at the Museo de Bellas Artes de Murcia)

I

joy in the smile,

lament the pain,

doubt on the alleged truth, silence

word and the word in silence.

I

paradox, extravagance

perennial

the absolute dissatisfied Happy

and incorrigible.

I

which uncovers

and hiding,

which has lived all

and know the routines.

treasured patience I'm on tilt

impatient

which scandalized

superficial and that recoils at depth.

I'm escaping the ties that choke

,

and

that bridges the widening.

I am sad without truce, which

gives way because it has no place,

which lurks in the corners

enact it as their own,

which curls between

perplexities that sucked from the cradle.

I

which

become silent if they hurt me,

which always silent,

which hides the voice in the cacophony,

that speaks on inland rivers

that although navigable

few dare to tread.

I mean what I say

and what not say,

because my words have echoes that few know

transcribe.

I

in the decision to be

in the sovereignty of my surprise

and the orphans of my disappointment.

I do not know what I am.

without knowing who I am. No matter

while it remains.