Tealines

Adán y Eva

Yesterday I watched the animals and it made me think of you. The females are more smooth, more gentle and more harmful. Before mistreating the male, they hide, they defend themselves. Why? I have seen it in you as well, like the doves, inflamed when i am calm. Is is that your blood and my own catch fire at different hours? Now that you are asleep you should answer me. Your breathing is calm, your face unwound, and your lips open. You could say it without affliction, without laughter. Is it that we are distinct? They didn’t make you, then, of my side, you don’t hurt me? When I am with you, when i make myself small and you hug me and you envelope me and you close yourself like a flower with an insect, I know something, we know something. Being female is inclusive. We survive death. Why? Each night we survive. We stay together, in our arms, and I begin to believe like the day. I seek something in you, something of mine that you are and that you have never given me.

-Jaime Sabines Translation RMW.