I can imagine Alicia, Patricia and Isabel. Lately it is Tina, Gabriela and myself. How are the spaces remembered?
Dearest Apple of My Eye,
Today I can see and the fact that it is a man that I see has no bearing on my expression. I have become comical as most good things worth laughing at. I've been bloodied, oftentimes, your suspension has come to mean "being" and not "of", nor "in" itself.
- Your Other.
By a birth I can't become. What of your motherhood and my children? Barren as I am, and the verb "to mother". As one does a child, "babying", then "mothering" is the child's response. I will render myself "mother" in order that I come to terms with my vacant center.
You will be asked to Take Off Your Hat and I will gladly read and gladly publish and divulge to as many Oya as possible.
The persuit of a demon and a philosopher seems hindering. A path is not carved, a manual is not given. Let them allow themselves while I continue to make this a more phisical reality. Death does not wait. It laughs though I take her seriously.
-Bajo.
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