Oblivion smells

frozen dance of the distance

my will
was that it was your will and not mine

the time was a chance in that stanza
to the infinite field
of those possibilities that still shine

there, under my skin
what was, meanwhile,
what was there?

that!, that, tin
buttons of a soul that no longer smiles
in underwear

all those yesterdays
that I felt cold
now smells like...
well, I forgot how it smells!
but I know
they and you are not just a little bit mine anymore

Ficha técnica global / Global specifications

Dibujo / Drawing

Huele a olvido / Oblivion smells

21,5 cm x 28 cm / 8½' x 11'

Tinta / cartulina

Ink / cardboard

Fotografías / Photographs

tomadas por mí, desde un teléfono inteligente, y luego editadas

taken with a smartphone, by me, and then edited

2018

Cristina Vaamonde de Zapata