"Mi madre quiere que estudie. Quiere que tenga un título. (Sonrío despreciativa.) ¡Qué me importan los títulos! Digo que quiero ser escritora. ¡Bah! Son cosas al margen dicen. ¡Al margen! Ellos no saben lo que es llorar sobre una hoja vacía y llenarla pacientemente con signos creados por una misma."
- Alejandra Pizarnik. (via no-estoy-aca)
78
"I am the rest between two notes,
which are somehow always in discord
because Death’s note wants to climb over—
but in the dark interval, reconciled,
they stay there trembling.
And the song goes on, beautiful."
- Rainer Maria Rilke (via mirroir)
93
3586
"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating."
- Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos)
3980
"Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?
Love is a shadow…
Listen, these are its hooves"
- Sylvia Plath (via s-u-n-y-a-t-a)
322
"Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again;
For I am like the Moon,
you will see me with new face everyday."
- Rumi (via corpses-symphony)
1237
"Love breaks my
bones and I
laugh."
- Charles Bukowski. (via godwasanastronaut)
25380
99897
"Huye hacia los bosques,
Vete a la montaña;
Límpiate la boca;
Vive en las cabañas;
Toca con las manos
La tierra mojada;
Alimenta el cuerpo
Con raíz amarga;
Bebe de las rocas;
Duerme sobre escarcha;
Renueva tejidos
Con salitre y agua;
Habla con los pájaros
Y lévate al alba.
Y cuando las carnes
Te sean tornadas,
Y cuando hayas puesto
En ellas el alma
Que por las alcobas
Se quedó enredada,
Entonces, buen hombre,
Preténdeme blanca,
Preténdeme nívea,
Preténdeme casta."
- Fragmento de: “Tu me quieres blanca” por Alfonsina Storni (via gguillerm)
15
"One tone is mute within the starry singing,
The unison fulfilled, complete before;
One chord within the music sounds no more,
And from the stir of flames forever winging
The pinions of our sister, motionless
In pits of indefinable duress,
Are fallen beyond all recovery
By exultation of the flying dance,
Or rhythms holding as with sleep or trance
The maze of stars that only death may free-—
Flung through the void’s expanse."
- Lament of the Stars, Clark Ashton Smith (via venusmilk)
12
"A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown."
- William Butler Yeats, “The Mermaid” (via katisque)
2000
43965
10424
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"Me han dicho
—a modo de crítica—
que vivo en la luna.
Les he dicho
—a modo de crítica—
que viven en la Tierra."
- Jaime Jaramillo Escobar (via espacioenblanco)
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