❝ it was like the words had been ready to spill at any minute and this moment, with the cherry laced smoke from the new cigarette, and the fresh sweetgrass on the breeze from the school field, the coolness of the Formica tiles on her thighs, and the wedding chimes on the wind-was a union of many unsaid things, a gathe...
Suzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are you gonna be?
"Sé, de una manera visionaria, que moriré de poesía. Es una sensación que no comprendo perfectamente; es algo vago, lejano, pero lo sé y lo aseguro" Poesías completas de Alejandra Pizarnik. Capítulos cortos. Es conveniente leer sin internet para evitar anuncios.
