As sometimes did not understand what I said in my childhood
tried to improve the way they spoke
with a pencil in my mouth, I later learned that the stutterer Demosthenes
had healed before putting stones in his mouth and
speaking in front of the mirror. Thus came to be
the greatest orator of Greece. (He never wanted to be.)
Best bit with the pencil and fear
the medieval myth of the stone of madness
not follow this example: a stone
was sure that he put his head Estomba
and confused. George Steiner quote
a heretical tradition of Kabbalah
said that one day the words
will rebel and be
meaning "only themselves, and as
dead stones in our mouths." That day Humpty Dumpty
to pronounce
not know what he says.
My sister, my dad, my neighboring
not believe in luck. The fate
-someone said
interweaves irreversible and iron. What is not,
we do not know it exists,
hanging over us and defines us.
All marks us. My sister died four days
before my birth, that was in Bariloche.
For photos I know. I never explained
death several times but
told me his story. It was cold. She was like a cold
and choked on his own mucus. dad was watching the
. Seeing her agitation took
his arms and ran helplessly
to the hospital. On arrival she was dead.
For a long time my parents
mourned his death, was the first daughter. Dad blamed
. Time after
learned the simple exercise that relieves the lungs
and more sad. She did not reach their first birthday.
When I was born, she was nothing but a ghost
overshadowed me. The baby of the images
was always the most beautiful.
Solange name was Snow, the white
that lit his face
then covered his grave. More than once I imagined my hand,
strong, warm. Much later, now in Bahia,
neighbors with whom we, God knows why- a
were fought:
stupid insults because we were kids-to-
played near a sidewalk or we lost the ball
in his backyard. We talked. So one night
the neighbor came frightened. In her arms was
the youngest of their children who face violet
struggled to breathe. Asking for help. Quick
dad took the car and rushed to the hospital uploading.
I accompanied him. On the trip he was giving instructions
of what is called first aid. Suddenly the child vomited
thick green phlegm and began to breathe.
We left the hospital. Our neighborhood
not improved by this. Balls that fall in your yard
followed lost, and the neighbor still complains
by the barking of the dog, because we stand
a sidewalk,
or because we look bad.
Geronimo Unibaso of Steps (Editorial Collective Seed, 2010, Bahía Blanca)
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