You've built your homeyou've fledged your birdsyou've beaten the windwith your bonesyou've finished alonewhat no one began
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
Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors - Alejandra Pizarnik
Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors
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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