“I am hungry.
I want to sing.
Liberty.
I need to spring from my rotten veins.
I want to walk without hurting in life.
Without my heart preventing me from doing so.
Without my mind falling down
while screaming inside my song.
I recognize the light in people.
Stars look right at my face.
I have salt under my skin.
I do not know if I can breathe.
If I can grow.
Lose the voices that bleed.
I am so hungry.”
by Paula Dionisio Rebollo. Friends & freaks. My arms are your house. My stomach is full of love. My light goes back home.
