The fact that I
am writing to you
in English
already falsifies what I
wanted to tell you.
My subject:
how to explain to you that I
don’t belong to English
though I belong nowhere else
—
Gustavo Pérez Firmat, Bilingual Blues: Poems, 1981-1994 (x) (via ethiopienne)
Everytime I write in English I feel like I’m wearing this armour, like my thoughts are clearer, sharper, more clean-cut and surgical; while all the filthy, messy, sentimental aspect can only be spoken about in Spanish.
(via warcrimenancydrew)