6:08 min - voice note 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.
we did like the whole street running like locas...total 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.
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.
4:06 min - voice note 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.))
we met the two of us like in the bathroom & 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.
en pilotes the three of them [...] with 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?
aquí sí que I lef the pobre chaval's room like...jo no sé 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?
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?
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.
then i said to him del pal bueno pues 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.)
i was like super atontada with a hungover que flipes and i said 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.
y ya está, eso es todo, sorry if it was long 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.