Cristina’s Blog

A Puerto Rican Activist in San Francisco

A Gift From The Past February 10, 2008

Filed under: Art, Write it — cristinamaria @ 6:31 pm

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10 years later.

As the thought of cleaning things up from the past crossed your mind, the painting on the wall crossed your eyes

And made you wonder

Why was it so unclear, when he gave it to you,

An interpretation of this abstract piece of art.

Now after your wounds are healed and after appreciating it for many years,

You find a peculiar comfort in it.

You don’t know whether your interpretation of it was his actual and conscious muse,

But that piece of art goes hand in hand with the story of you two.

If he never realized the story, it is still comforting for you how in the very deep of his heart he felt the story all along.

Then as the thought of cleaning up things from your past crossed your mind, you understood how the bloody spot,

the cloudy story,

the touch of the beast,

the weak woman and

the obscure open door,

were his guilt screaming a way out.

 

Primero de Junio 1993 October 19, 2007

Filed under: Write it — cristinamaria @ 2:45 pm

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The cold floor on my feet | The skin on the feet is very sensitive | The wood part of the room is not as cold as the tiles in the bathroom | I am walking on the tip of my toes straight to the tub | Turn the water on and feel the temperature | When it feels comfortable, turn the shower | The water on my head and on my shoulders put me to sleep again | It is hard to wake up and move | Just stand there | It feels soothing | I start drying and dressing | Maybe I eat | Today is sister’s day | We cut our hair together | Where you with me that morning or did you meet me later |

The day is ending and memory is fading | It is slower | I am sleeping on her couch | Good bye aunt | Have some ice cream | It’s 6 o’clock | …

Your shirt is the white and blue with stripes long sleeve polo | I love that shirt | Why don’t you wear it more often | I take a deep breath | you ask if it hurts | It probably hurts unless they numbed me |
“no reflex on feet”
“no sensation on skin”
“no movement”
“what happened”
You are wearing that pretty shirt, you look sad | Give me some of that coke | I think you really love me | Dad says I have to get taken care of far from here | You are coming with me | You love me | I love you too | Do you remember | …