Category: Eduardo Escalante’s Work

You get confused when you see
your face in the mirror
A fragment of the past is not dead
You thought it was out.
It turned clay into the muscle memory
although a faint impression
Remains embedded in an orange bubble.

The sky seems to bring it with its storms
Makes the eyes of a crow glitter white.
Appears at a time would never be
In an unexpected street,
Comes as a pebble of crystals.
You sleep, the fragment doesn’t rest,
It is anchored in you.
Do not be frightened when you look in the mirror.
You will see it red, violet, blue
And annoy.
The point is to punch and watch it not to return to you,
looping in an unknown direction,
things will remain silent,
careful with becoming.

-By Eduardo Escalante of Chile

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Hand over your mouth
You look at the gothic picture you put on the wall
You drew brushstroke after brushstroke
They seem to define the limits of your story
You have crossed the straight, the oblique, the diagonal.
From a distance, they’re not so different.

You seem to have heard verses from Dante or Homer
or in the kingdom of surrealist thinking.

In a corner of the picture, someone is to blame
Kneeling on the water a soft hand caresses
As the stone that cast makes ripples
Break your wounded whispers
You turn and do not look at the wall of the cave
You see that other light

– By Eduardo Escalante of Chili

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A digital devil is among us,

inserted himself into the gaps between our looks,

It creates a bulb of silence and a severe distance.

We do not see people

Picking flowers in the evening or

seeing sleeping sons in the other room.

You do not know what I’m thinking, son,

as I watch you sleep.

It seems that this story is real.

If we do not talk, we cannot know

the iron in the blood that keeps us alive.

I tried to speak this afternoon

but the voice went so fast

as my fingers in the cellular.

Strange, what a face can do to a face,

if not, we do not know what remains.

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