Manifiesto from the body

My body is my bodies in emergency.
Lying body, wounded body, hollow body, undone body.
Representation body, lying body, ethereal body, body
toward. Empty body, body, violent, body. knot body,
body territory, body towards. Body.
Body, violent body.
Knot body, territory body. Delivery body, blank body.
Body penetrates, body desires, body pretends, body sounds.
Body listens, body resonates, body transmits body to body.
Hollow body. Expectation body, perceptive body
Body without cover, body without trim. streaky body,
tired body.
Collective body, clothed body.
Body distills. Silent body.
body without body Shadow of bodies
Voiceless body.
tenacity body Body remembers that it is a body.
Body that is not explained. Body that does not know how to be a body.
Body for the gondola, body for recreation.
lonely body. Body against body.
The price of the body without price.
Body precise body.
Graft body. uncertain body. Bodies, two, three bodies.
Your bodies on my bodies. Whose body is it? Against
Who is the body? Where does the body go? Could your body run away?
to the center of the bodies. The body of your center. the bones of
your body, the blood of your body. Your leather

Body do not become dead.
Erotic body, devil body, restless body.
Demon body.
Infant body, self-representation body.
Gestation body, intake body, colonization body.
Body production, body reproduction. Insatiable body.
Crying body, frightened body. Hell body. Horn body.
Velvet penumbra body. Body calls body.
Monster. Generations of monster bodies.
The regeneration of a body that dreams.
Utopian dream of a world without genders.
compass body Arrow body, stalking body.
Witch dream. Witch body.
Against disciplining language.
Against boring names.
Against denigrating and poorly translated surnames.
Against all cons legitimately.
Against populism and savage capitalism.
Against binaryism: civilization or barbarism!
Against the pain and melancholy of the Río de la Plata tango.
Against the tragic-Argentine.
Against the habituation to everything badly born.
Against patriarchy and their mother tongue.

Against this I propose:

Cling to the uncritical, and accept our collective crisis.
Let’s recapture the power of gibberish and destroy language
until we are reduced to old cleaning supplies. and from there,
from the pleasure of simply being, swimming among the remains
decomposed of the national language, transmigrate into worms.
Transmigrate into worms that devour even the flesh in pieces
cheapest on the market. And from there resurface in butterflies.
And sing and dance and defecate in repeated speeches, until we are satisfied
with the perfidious truth of the corrupt. Until recovering the original;
our primitive language; and with it, all the ancient forms
to name us