Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors
I don’t know about birds nor do I know the history of fire. But I believe that my solitude should have wings - Alejandra Pizarnik
I don’t know about birds nor do I know the history of fire. But I believe that my solitude should have wings
- Alejandra Pizarnik
You've built your homeyou've fledged your birdsyou've beaten the windwith your bonesyou've finished alonewhat no one began - Alejandra Pizarnik
You've built your homeyou've fledged your birdsyou've beaten the windwith your bonesyou've finished alonewhat no one began
Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors - Alejandra Pizarnik
But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Nev… - Alejandra Pizarnik
But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Nev…
An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a ba… - Alejandra Pizarnik
An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a ba…
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