I confess I have lived a little bit

 I confess I have lived a little bit.
28 years ago someone –my mother- named me “Tulia”
and since then I collect experiences in a handmade wicker basket
that has a hole in the bottom

I was born with eyes of sailboat on the horizon, pen suspended in the air, or bird’s wing.
What mattered Sagittarius, Scorpio, the signs and omens?
May be I hung from a good star
or maybe it was all because the wind
The truth is that, since then life lives me, and I only testify
with a chest that rises and falls -as the certainty of existence-

I have been told: You got waves in the curls
and I say: I have both waves and cactus fruits,
I belong to the sea as well to the land
and sometimes even I look after the wind
with nurse’s hands

The truth is… Yes, on this island
I live with the joy of a flyingfish,
sometimes submerged, sometimes in flight…

What else can I say?
“That I am rich, rich as the wealth of coal ready to burn.”

Photo: Tom VanDyke Fakarava, the Tuamotus, French Polynesia.
Photo: Tom VanDyke
Fakarava, the Tuamotus, French Polynesia.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[On my birthday]
[The quote in the last line is from Olga Orozco]

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