Los Objetos.
No los quiero.
Bueno, en realidad hay algo de ellos que me atrae.
Y casi siempre es lo malo,
la forma en que me ignoran,
como me miran de lejos.
La pasividad de ellos, obligándome a sostenerlo todo.
No los quiero pero hay algo que me atrapa:
lo incompleto,
pensar que los puedo completar,
entenderlos, descifrarlos,
sanarlos, resolverlos.
Los objetos sujetos,
el packaging, el marketing,
su chamuyo y su silencio,
el storytelling.
Siempre comprando a crédito,
endeudándome conmigo misma.
Los detesto.
No los quiero comprar más
pero los necesito
como Nike, Adidas,
unas Hoka de segunda mano.
Son tan malos que son buenos,
los peores modelos caros
y no me llevan lejos.
Sin embargo los quiero,
aunque líneas arriba los detesto.
Siempre vuelvo,
Me agarro
de lo que puedo.
Y me agarré a vos.
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THE OBJECTS
I don’t want them.
Well, actually, there’s something about them that pulls me in.
And it’s almost always the worst part:
the way they ignore me,
the way they watch me from a distance.
Their passivity, making me carry everything.
I don’t want them, but something keeps me hooked:
the unfinished parts,
thinking I can finish them,
understand them, decode them,
heal them, fix them.
Objects made into subjects,
the packaging, the marketing,
their smooth talk and their silence,
the storytelling.
Always buying on credit,
going into debt with myself.
I hate them.
I don’t want to buy them anymore,
but I need them
like Nike, Adidas,
a pair of secondhand Hokas.
They’re so bad they’re good,
the worst expensive models,
and they never take me very far.
Still, I want them,
even though a few lines ago I hated them.
I always come back.
I hold on
to whatever I can.
And I held on to you.
