I have no more hands.
I have lost them spreading caresses
and they didn’t come back.
I no longer have a mouth.
I used it in the bitter kisses I gave.
I still have my feet and eyes.
They follow me, they chase me,
they scrutinize my faltering steps.
They don’t lose their compass in the sunny void of summer
and in the fog of an eternal autumn.
When you see a woman
walking and looking with no hands and no mouth,
that woman is me.
Everyone lacks something.
Translated into English by Claudia Piccinno