Alberto Cortés

Analphabet is the invention of a myth: that of a romantic spirit that manifests itself to couples in natural environments and that lives trapped in the wound of the flesh; and whose appearance reveals the ravine we call the “couple of lovers” and the mistreatment to which we subject ourselves within this amatory structure. Her personal story opens up the box of intra-gender violence and exposes the need to take extreme care in queer relationships, which are marked by patriarchal inheritance. As a tormented spirit, she drinks from the poetry of German romanticism and its landscapes, also from Andalusian idiosyncrasy and from the mortal wound of a love in Euskadi. The ghost, although he is wounded on a horse, brings with him a hope: what poetry can do for the wound. — Alberto Cortés