Light of the night, take me to the music
and pick me up the next day in ashes.
I want everything with you;
not only to have the world in disarray,
but fucked up.
Who is the other that inhabits us?
Who is it that speaks to us from anywhere,
through any light,
to remind us that here we are,
AN AFTERNOON IN CARTAGENA
You enter homes and you will not see people
they will be inhabited only by sounds and images
and there will be music that speaks to you about those who lived there
but they will never know that you too were there.
© 2018 Ana Luisa Muñoz Ortiz