CONTINUITY
not call things by their names. The
things have jagged edges, lush vegetation
. But who speaks for
room full of eyes. Who dentellea
a paper mouth. Names that come,
shadows masks.
Cúrame vacuum - I said.
(loved the light in my darkness.
I knew that there was when I found
saying I am.) Heal me - I said.
PRIVILEGE ; I
I lost the name I called, his face
wheel for me as the sound of water at night,
of water falling into the water.
and her smile is the last survivor,
not my memory.
; II
The most beautiful in the night than go, oh
desired is endless
you do not come back, shadow
you until the day of days.
Pizarnik
(Buenos Aires 1939-1972)
"Extracting the stone of madness"
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