INVASION

Thousands of cockroaches penetrate my drawings,

they sleep in the corners of the wood,

they leave prints of broken-hearted eggs,

they eat plaster and acrylic,

they waste cardboards and papers,

they lose their minds with the scent of turpentine,

they go from one side to another anxious and aggresive.

In the middle of the invasion

only one seems less desperate,

she is sitting on a small book

reading in peace

the verses of a poet.   

Gisela Romero, 2001