Yearn

       
There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, for something that was about to happen and was never the same as the hand that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot, or in the television room with the sound turned down and only pictures flickering over lifting flesh.
         We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?

The Handmaid's Tale
Margaret Atwood


A veces, muchas veces, levanto la vista al cielo, al azul inmenso de mil y una texturas y claridades, con o sin nubes, con tantos tipos de nubes. Es ese gesto preciso, el de levantar la cabeza y olvidar el suelo, el de recuperar la proporción de mi persona y la absoluta falta de importancia de mi tamaño, mi ahora, mi vida, el que abre un deseo insaciable de vivir.
Y la transcendencia es un acorde, una sensación en la piel, una palabra, una mirada.