"I fathom, I am maybe a snake. No matter how beautiful my skin is, they still hunt me to be made into something to be carried on, dead. No matter how willed my purpose is to make friends with men, they’ll always find me an annoyance in their path, a threat.Who will be the one who will take me home free of prejudice? Who will make a terrarium for me to inhabit so my peculiar existence will provide endless entertainment?
There’s so much feeling under a skin that sheds often because the laws of nature made it so that it won’t adjust to the growing of my body. So I need to shed it, I need to embody the image of someone who cannot hold anything eternally.
Underneath this flexible spine with muscles attached to my rib bones, there’s a heart that pumps blood through all my slithery body. So if there’s blood, there’s life. And if there’s life, there’s love. Who on earth to match it?"
El Perseguidor