hours hours and hours snap up our pleasures
タグ: time, the-galloping-hour, pleasures, hours, alejandra-pizarnik

"Alejandra Pizarnik"の他の名言

Naked. Fatigue of the body transparent as a glass-tree. Near yourself you hear the brutal rumor of inextricable desire. Night blindly mine. You're farther gone than me. Horror of checking for you in the screams of my poem. Your name is the disease of things at midnight. They had promised me one silence. Your face is closer to me than my own. Phantom memory. How I'd love to kill you —
タグ: the-galloping-hour, sad, revenge, poetry, poem, my-favorite-poem, muse, memory, inspiration, 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. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old; I mean, to die. That is why, perhaps, she acted and played the role of Death. Because, how can Death possibly die?
タグ: death
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