Night

Alejandra Pizarnik

Running where, I don’t know
here, there,
twisting, turning.
Basta!
Woven into the darkness coming toward me,
white powder, sweet water,
silken pink phosphorus, burnt.
Night creates truth,
thin veins, black and white,
that which was and is to become.

Interpretation: Beto ‘Riginale
27 February 2018

Noche

Alejandra Pizarnik

Correr no sé donde
Aquí o allá
Singulares recodos desnudos
Basta correr!
Trenzas sujetas a mí anochecer
De caspa y agua colonia
Rosa quemada fósforo de seda
Creación sincera en surco capilar
La noche desanuda su bagaje
De blancos y negros
Tirar detener su devenir

Alejandra Pizarnik
Poesia completa: Alejandra Pizarnik
© 2000 Myriam Pizarnik © 2000, 2016 Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial, S. A. U.
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