Margariteña

About Juliediela Hermoso Correa

I currently identify with this Canticle: "Come over here," some with sweet eyes tell me, and they extend their arms to me, sure that it would be good for me to hear them when they say "Come here!" I look at them with exhausted eyes (there are, in my eyes, ironies and fatigue) and I cross my arms and I never go there ... My glory is this: Create dehumanity! Do not accompany anyone. -I live with the same indifference with which I tore my mother's belly. No, I'm not going around! I'm just going where They take my own steps ... If what I want to know, none of you answers me, Why do they repeat "Come over here"? I prefer to slip through muddy alleyways, remove the winds like rags, drag your bloody feet, to go out there ... If I came to the world, it was to deflower virgin forests and draw my own feet in the unexplored sand! The rest I do is worth nothing. How, then, will you be those who give me impulses, tools and courage to tear down my obstacles? ... In his veins runs the ancient blood of the grandparents and love the easy things! I love the Mirage and the Distant, I love the abysses, the torrents, the deserts ... Platform! You have streets, they have gardens, they have pots, they have homelands, they have roofs, and they have rules and treaties and sages and philosophers. I have my Madness! I pick her up, like a torch, let her burn in the dark night, and I feel blood and foam and chants on the lips ... God and the Devil are the ones who guide me, nobody else. Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother, but I, that I do not start or conclude, I was born of the love between God and the Devil. Oh, may no one give me pious intentions! Nobody ask me for definitions! Nobody tell me "Come here!" My life is a gale that broke loose. It is a wave that has risen. And one more atom that is animated ... I do not know where I'm going, I do not know where I'm going, - I know I do not go there! José Regio