Status Updates From El ala izquierda (Cegador, #1)

“In a night coagulated like blood—its geometry—hem the acanthus leaves—I wander through sinuous labyrinths—inert flesh begin to prickle—lace of nerves, veins, lymph pathways & tubes of psychic energy came back to life—my corporeal system—complete. Plastic—stupid plastic. After the petals withered and became one with the earth, the milky pods were left—Terrifically animated by the light of the flames—tang of incense.’

‘The city—shining like glass, endless, inexhaustible—blackened leaves—poplars & beech trees—made the sky seem deeper & darker toward the stars. Poems, these illumination machines, debauched me. I used them like drugs, until it was impossible for me to live without them. When I re-read them, they terrified me like—prophecy came true. My heart was almost visible in the network of blue veins—I pretended to be catatonic’