Remove the feeling of strife Remove the feeling of my sternum being catapulted into the fray while my pelvis was nailed to the ground twisting the marinated brisket muscles around my spine frozen, the child plays in the morgue hoping innocence will come back.

I want to dislodge time, I want to halt it and bind it slowly stopping its gears into a moment where you and I still exist together in this world. In this moment, I see your tired arms lifting on top of your head, in an attempt to be a caring host. Your arched back too round in some areas and too bony in others, but pushed forward, nonetheless by the weight of almost a century. And yet, it’s not the volume of time that defeats you. It is every minute you spend alone at your place, every...

Quiero desprender el tiempo de su lugar, quiero desalojarlo y atarlo, lentamente parando sus engranajes hasta que lleguemos a un momento donde tú y yo todavía existimos juntos en este mundo. En este momento, veo tus brazos cansados, alzados encima de tu cabeza, todavía tratando de ser una anfitriona afectuosa. Tu espalda está arqueada, muy redonda en algunas zonas y muy huesuda en otras, y contraída hacia adelante, por el peso de casi un siglo. Pero no te vence el volumen del tiempo. Te...