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Author's Note
About this Fanzine Series
"As I reach this third issue, I perceive a shift in my own voice.
Creating these fanzines has evolved from a sporadic impulse into the very tool that sustains my consistency.
I feel a genuine progress in my writing—a growth that only stems from the discipline of publishing and sharing.
Thank you for witnessing this evolution."
THE HEART OF THE TREE
A new method,
on the verge of becoming a solid gold apple,
with its own gravity
and its fast.
A strategy, sealed by a different faith.
I left the music at rest, waiting for me,
so I could go.
I feel the weight of my feet,
and I know that today I will look the silent one in the eye.
They are so clean, they reflect.
I hold my own hand,
but with gloves of broken skin.
Seeing myself without that farce,
the one that wants me to be neither morning,
or night.
My life exists between two disparate planets.
I am a swinging pendulum of fury.
Keeping one's balance,
so often,
is to remain floating,
breathing in secret, so that life doesn't find out.
Ignoring oneself,
covering up with the cloth of fire that makes the wind beat.
And seeking the heart of the tree,
as if for the very first time.
Playing dead in an ocean without shores,
to find, at last,
the center of the Sequoia.
AB
“The rubber gloves of that bubblegum pink, macerated by the saliva of anxiety,
From the universe in your eyes...
to the universe in your chest.
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