The bird in paradise
Once you no longer crave it all the world’s treasures arrives. When the eye perceives memory as (whichever) station of fear.
Nonexistent the tempest of swords. Even that isle of white, rancorous estuaries. Its charm the forever out of reach. Land where a heart full of dreams is packed in hot ice.
To live that ocean, that dance: the great human tenacity, the test of winter, carnal extravagance at the peak of its night.
Every defeat is an effort. Yet once in a while, when the surface is scratched, the most improbable bird of paradise alights on the contagion of time and appears to the searcher, who seeks what she already has.
María Negroni, 1995