perhappened mag
issue 4: MIXTAPE
daysky drinking
or 3 voice notes
from my sister
LAIA SALES MERINO
6:08 min - voice note
eeeh pues mira lai what happened is...
eeeh pues mira lai what happened is...
she sunrises to a cervesa bien fría bien suya el sol
tangling her hair with her sueño she
feeling this like what is it
like the blue in her ojos dripping
this good feeling
this big heart
y nada
this white camiseta
this malted lips
this binge drinking of daysky.
tangling her hair with her sueño she
feeling this like what is it
like the blue in her ojos dripping
this good feeling
this big heart
y nada
this white camiseta
this malted lips
this binge drinking of daysky.
we did like the whole street running like locas...total
que we missed the parade.
que we missed the parade.
they ran until they ran by their yellow monstruos sí
by the bad things see
ellas ran until ellas were just
running.
wingbeat in their minds.
by the bad things see
ellas ran until ellas were just
running.
wingbeat in their minds.
and she looked at me like qué está pasando?
a whirlpool of pink & cranberry & pleading.
then i said to myself: vale, pues pa'lante.
SÍ, let your ojos correrse into his veins
dye las venas a warm blue
for tonight.
dye las venas a warm blue
for tonight.
4:06 min - voice note
vale sorry they were calling me--
vale sorry they were calling me--
(white Alcatel against her pierced ear.
(pierced first at 3 min old so that l'abuela
could find the prettiest gold earrings
for her baby nieta
could give them to la mama
with orgullo.))
(pierced first at 3 min old so that l'abuela
could find the prettiest gold earrings
for her baby nieta
could give them to la mama
with orgullo.))
we met the two of us like in the bathroom
& we went in.
& we went in.
ojos de hierba que se buscan
labios ahogados que se comen
el cielo en el baño.
her panda suit was filled with confetti from the parade
when he took it off confetti flew all over the bathroom
stuck to their skin when they were having sex
she on top of the sink.
labios ahogados que se comen
el cielo en el baño.
her panda suit was filled with confetti from the parade
when he took it off confetti flew all over the bathroom
stuck to their skin when they were having sex
she on top of the sink.
en pilotes the three of them [...] with
les tetes enlaire.
les tetes enlaire.
Cervantes' 'y dejáronle en pelota'.
her friends naked in the living room
cause it's hot
also confetti-blessed
balcony open.
bocas open for the nightsky
Gina giglejant:
locas què us passa?
her friends naked in the living room
cause it's hot
also confetti-blessed
balcony open.
bocas open for the nightsky
Gina giglejant:
locas què us passa?
aquí sí que I lef the pobre chaval's room like...jo no sé
how he must have cleaned it.
how he must have cleaned it.
i say the guy did clean the room after you left. swept confetti while listening to a podcast in English. to the be be çé. little squeal every time he understood a word. mopeó the sticky floor. 'therefore'. ay. arrancó las bedsheets. 'cloudy'. ay. encontró un arete. 'decent'. ay. ay. ay.
o no?
o no?
3:18 min - voice note
vale lai sorry was hangueando with Aitana
don't remember where i left it emm...
vale, that we went to sleep no?
vale lai sorry was hangueando with Aitana
don't remember where i left it emm...
vale, that we went to sleep no?
the room, ventanaless,
a Star Wars poster, they
with their piel besada & fotos
of castellers above them
stuck to the wall with bluetag, mira
one of her earrings
on the suelo, a small aro,
silver, next to black
socks & her blue
thong, bought in the market.
a Star Wars poster, they
with their piel besada & fotos
of castellers above them
stuck to the wall with bluetag, mira
one of her earrings
on the suelo, a small aro,
silver, next to black
socks & her blue
thong, bought in the market.
then i said to him del pal bueno pues
ya nos vemos d'aquí molt temps.
ya nos vemos d'aquí molt temps.
(ya nos vemos
d'aquí molt temps.
she directs her sound into her alcatel blanco, thumb pressing the whatsapp recording sign, ella walking the humid, catcall-sounding streets of Barcelona, ella walking towards the river-sounding lab to develop the fotos she took during carnaval in Reus with her amigas.
she will send the fotos to me, blurred Black-and-white analog fotos, open bocas that laugh that gritan, bodies agarrando espacio, bodies that can't not
touch each other.
she directs her sound into her alcatel blanco, her tongue dancing inside her boca, splattering Catalan, dipping itself in Spanish, pecking English, her tongue golosa, libre, her llengua red & wet saying:
ya nos vemos
d'aquí molt temps.)
d'aquí molt temps.
she directs her sound into her alcatel blanco, thumb pressing the whatsapp recording sign, ella walking the humid, catcall-sounding streets of Barcelona, ella walking towards the river-sounding lab to develop the fotos she took during carnaval in Reus with her amigas.
she will send the fotos to me, blurred Black-and-white analog fotos, open bocas that laugh that gritan, bodies agarrando espacio, bodies that can't not
touch each other.
she directs her sound into her alcatel blanco, her tongue dancing inside her boca, splattering Catalan, dipping itself in Spanish, pecking English, her tongue golosa, libre, her llengua red & wet saying:
ya nos vemos
d'aquí molt temps.)
i was like super atontada with a hungover que flipes and i said
merda, quina pena que faig.
merda, quina pena que faig.
okei
focusea your blue-soaked eyes
yo no quiero hacer lo correcto
your panda suit is sucio, sucio pero
startea caminando
pa esa mierda ya no tengo tiempo
realise you smell like ay, ay
tu carita still shining with glitter &
shit, you're back at his door
no vas a escucharme un lamento
realise you can't stop laughing
you can't stop laughing
let your risa dye la calle purple
Yin, eat el mundo because
pa esa puta mierda ya no tengo tiempo
this good feeling
this big heart
this binge drinking of daysky.
focusea your blue-soaked eyes
yo no quiero hacer lo correcto
your panda suit is sucio, sucio pero
startea caminando
pa esa mierda ya no tengo tiempo
realise you smell like ay, ay
tu carita still shining with glitter &
shit, you're back at his door
no vas a escucharme un lamento
realise you can't stop laughing
you can't stop laughing
let your risa dye la calle purple
Yin, eat el mundo because
pa esa puta mierda ya no tengo tiempo
this good feeling
this big heart
this binge drinking of daysky.
y ya está, eso es todo, sorry if it was long
és que i was like remembering and
there were many things.
és que i was like remembering and
there were many things.
Laia Sales Merino is a poet from the Catalan Pyrenees currently based in Barcelona. Her work can be found in Ambit, Anthropocene, I'll Show you Mine Journal and harana poetry among others. IG: @lai_to_the_sound.