Violeta perdía las palabras junto con sus órganos. Después de cada operación, recordaba cada vez menos palabras. Se esforzaba por encontrar los nombres de los objetos, de las personas pero ya no estaban. Las pocas veces que salía de su casa, se asombraba de los hombres y de las mujeres que la saludaban por la calle con alegría. Ella tenía una imagen fantasmagórica de esos rostros pero no sabía sus nombres o qué relación habían tenido con su pasado. No era amnesia. Era olvido.
Su cuerpo la transformó en una perdedora de palabras.
Loser of Words
Violeta lost words as she lost her organs. After each operation, she recalled fewer words. She tried to find the names of objects, of people, but was no longer able. The few times that she left home she was astonished by the men and women who joyfully greeted her on the street. She had a phantasmagorical image of their faces but did not know their names or what connection they had with her past. It was not amnesia. She just forgot.
Her body had transformed her into a loser of words.
Su cuerpo la transformó en una perdedora de palabras.
Loser of Words
Violeta lost words as she lost her organs. After each operation, she recalled fewer words. She tried to find the names of objects, of people, but was no longer able. The few times that she left home she was astonished by the men and women who joyfully greeted her on the street. She had a phantasmagorical image of their faces but did not know their names or what connection they had with her past. It was not amnesia. She just forgot.
Her body had transformed her into a loser of words.
