Hello. My name is Gabriel, this is Pau, and I am here to talk about things that I have rotten

I have rotten tomatoes in and out of the fridge, cheese, rice, onion, oranges, apples in my own room.

I have rotten friendships in the distance, in the don’t distance because of too much contact, next to each other’s, in the closeness.

I have rotten conversations with my dad, my uncle, with you, with me, I have rotten people through talking, and I have rotten talking through people.

I have rotten smiles for keep you inside of my mouth and not spit you out, my mouth because of Tabacco, the same Tabacco that kills my grandmother, the one that is getting rot in the earth, the earth that is getting rot because of lack of water, and because of excess of the same water.

I have rotten the memory of my mother every time that I want to be like her, the memory of my sister every time that I want to be like her, the memory of me, every time, I have rotten the time that had happened because I don’t remember me.

I have rotten the mattress where I sleep, because of the sweat, because my dreams get wet and the skin between my legs rot.

Is not that Gabriel rots everything that Gabriel touch, or that I rot thing when I touch them, and I guess you also don’t rot things when you touch them, I guess.

The first memory that I have of time is when my mom took us to a park and three hours felt like five minutes, my mom told me that when you have fun time passes really fast.

Who has fun in time of vegetable, who has fun in time of death body, who has fun in time of omission.

I don’t want to be buried, because I don’t want to be eaten by worms.

I have rotten my stomach because of drinking too much water, trying to be pregnant, trying to have life inside of me, trying to conceive, but inside of me what is rotted is gestated.