From Juan Manual Roca -ii
Wednesday, January 18th, 2012.
Still Life
(the direct translation from Spanish would be Dead Nature -Naturaleza Muerta, which I think would be more accurate in this case)
I walk through the streets with my antelope’s bag
and my goat’s wallet
and my bull’s shoes
and I wear a red shirt tinted with achiote.
All my clothes have been washed at a secret river with a rose’s soap.
On my paper sheets an old forest rumbles,
and at times I feel like the snake of my belt is waking up.
And there are traces of chlorophyll in my teeth.
I write with charcoals from a willow.
And I wonder what part of the landscape I am.