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
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