Conchitina R. Cruz > Quotes

“Rain is the subject of prayer, the kind gesture of saints. Dear City, explain your irreverence: in you, rain is a visitor with nowhere to go. Where is the ground that knows only the love of water? What are the passageways to your heart? Pity the water that stays and rises on the streets, pity the water that floods into houses, so dark and filthy and heavy with rats and dead leaves and plastic. How ashamed water is to be what you have made it. What have you done to its beauty, its graceful body in pictures of oceans, its clear face in a glass?”
― Conchitina Cruz, Dark Hours

“What is a shadow? It is the self without a face or a name, all outline and no feature, the self on the verge of being erased. It is the incidental child of matter and light. Look how it spreads itself on the ground, weary but weightless, unable to leave a trace.”
― Conchitina Cruz

“What is a mirror but water that refuses to budge?”
― Conchitina Cruz, Dark Hours

“The woman leans the sadness of her body against the window, tries to look beyond the pear tree. Inside the story, she sees nothing but darkness. She is ungrateful for the luxury of despair.”
― Conchitina Cruz, Dark Hours

“There is a lady dancing on a cracked plate. A withered spider on the carpet. A piano with a full set of yellowed teeth.”
― Conchitina Cruz, Dark Hours

“Say, the body in this bed not its absence in another.”
― Conchitina R. Cruz, elsewhere held and lingered

“You never know when somebody will walk away from you on a bright day on a busy street, never looking back and
you cannot believe the slow disappearance, cannot believe what is moving away from your reach until the busy street no longer needs its presence to look the same, because it is the same.”
― Conchitina R. Cruz, Dark Hours

“When it is finally over
the man you walked away from no longer your lover
The world is itself again
Tidy and literal”
― Conchitina R. Cruz, elsewhere held and lingered

“I cannot forgive you. That day, if you had not refused, I would have given you a present. I would have carved my love in stone.”
― Conchitina Cruz

“we said yes, we were convinced,
never mind what happened since.”
― Conchitina R. Cruz, elsewhere held and lingered

“Look you say the world is itself again.
Tidy and literal”
― Conchitina R. Cruz, elsewhere held and lingered

“What took you so long? you ask
when he arrives, looking at his face,
but your tone has grown so weary,
you are no longer asking a question.”
― Conchitina R. Cruz, elsewhere held and lingered