23/07

23/07

“They tried to make me go to rehab, I said, “No, no, no” ”

Amy Winehouse

A heartbreaking and hurtful voice emerges from the basement of addictions        

as lightning flashes and shouts: No, No, No                                                                  

the impetigo makes of its own again and the implacable mirror only reflects the cruelty of the moment      each new image lacerates the pupils    again and again

Amy, prefers to play the piano, her guitar and get away from the everydayness

in each of the melodies that resonate like rocks in her head

Instead of entering in a room with  walls and giant foam rubber pillows

shouts: No, No, No             every time they insinuate rehabilitation

Camden Square has witnessed her adventures

of the incessant crackles of each night awake

of each faint           of each return

of the anxiety hive  in which she lives now

of the messengers and the multiple packages that arrive

of each bottle that starts and each bottle that runs out

of the ruthless furrow that each of her steps are gradually leaving in the corridor

of each tear that erases the makeup of another cycle that is leaving

of each time she runs her fingers one to one on her tattoos  

from when she looks and overlooks on that same mirror the space left from the teeth that now are missing

from the same shouts that now are repeated like a terrible mantra: No, No, No

the paparazzi flashes lurk each window of house number 30 and they delight as they wish like hyenas in behold of their prey      yellow journalism possessed excrement                            covered in the mist of a handful of pounds

one July morning –at 27-she wanted to become a mother but didn’t understand when her boyfriend through the phone said a thousand times: No, No, No

that night on the 23^rd,  in her elytron distress she just preferred to show everyone her middle finger and bathe the consciousness in liters of vodka.

Leonardo Melero Blanco

Translator: Clara Isabel Salas