Portrait of myself

by Ima Ríos

 

I'm that little light

illuminating the dark;

the rickety rope

that creates a big knot.

I'm the little yellow

there in the dark green.

I am what I am not,

and what have not been.

 

I was the renegade silence

and the nonexistent noise.

I am a brave call

of the fotuto Taíno,

whose utopian destiny

is to be consistent.

I was air.

I'm the fire

alienating darkness:

I am a warrior Pitirre

fighting for fairness.

 

I'm the Kiri between trees

I am life; will be passion.

I'm a good feeling.

I am the blowing wind;

the moving river.

I'm oxygen, and a stifling sensation.

As an unthought thought,

I'm the ditched unfinished.

 

I am the song untouched

the ephemeral immortal.

I'm the square wheel

and the joy of the pitiful.

I am what I am,

what will be and has not yet been.

That coprolalia patient

Full of civility.

The mitómana

that always tells the truth.