From Juan Manual Roca -ii

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.

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