useless, useless for all slavery

We present this work in honor of the 25th anniversary of the poet’s death.

Mario Romero
Argentine
1943 – 1998

 

Thank you
for showing me this woman’s body
while the branches, you remember, shook the roof
and I went after the mystery.

And it was a great scare that
in the Casa della Pazzia
from where we came out terrified by so much nothingness;
to the open air, to the pure images;
nourishment for the mind of those who want a new world
and the feeling that shines
and the body relieved.

Because when you take my hand I take fire
but your smile is this light
and I wait in peace for the dark to bite me
with its mouth of fury
so that once and for all those on the shore
they can hear the scream.

Translation by Calendaria Romero and Rocio Bolanos

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