NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2015 Volume 15.2 - Page 81

EYES LOOKING SEAWARD ¿Where do I keep so many years, so many dreams that didn’t go further? Alejandro Filio The last look was towards the sea: The last time to find out which one of us flies. Every time we met there were silences, your hip like a labyrinth the parts we thought were lost. Over a thousand times, in all the possible and imaginable forms, you and I, victorious. Molted bodies amidst eternities. 79 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE Today I dreamed about us among pictures: Our faces together and paralyzed, defeated. Today I undressed your guitar and my verses. I took out my eyes; I threw them into the sea.