THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF MY BEING

I glide silently in the room

and I can hardly see where

the hurricane germinates.

My pilgrim soul doesn't accept

this sick brightness, this tedious moment

made of sand.

I can hear a hoarse mermaid,

as I unravel Penelope's knitting,

eating Persephone's almost forbidden

fruit once more and opening Pandora's box

with some guilty happiness.

I don't see anything,

I don't feel anything.

I am my own myth.

Limits dissolve as I unfold my wings

and sit on the rings of Saturn in awe

with all the words written in the air,

free letters, uncompromising feelings.

If you ask about me, I will say:

I am lighter and lighter each single day.

It is unbearable the lightness of my

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Karla Bardanza