Oscar Varona is a writer and a collagist from Madrid, Spain. Influenced by transgressive narrative styles and little conventional, he published his first book of stories, “Tremolo” in 2003. He combines his poems, dialogues and stories with his own artistic creations, mainly collages and illustrations.
The language ends in a land
where the most spontaneous letter
is liquid shit and judgment for the soul
that violates the metaphysical order.
Revealing words arise
and questions where my thoughts are
the navel from which
a possible complex problem emerges
and is installed in the psyche
to constitute the far edge of my world.
Serious troubles of the suburb
where skip equals fail.
As it is said.
Postal time forces me to swallow more tests
to keep living,
to expect what ever seen
Breathe lives by I might be more than others.
I’d have need the meeting of the boredom
if the sequence will always be the background
with the country on fire.
How much I hate these Sunday mornings