"the-galloping-hour"タグの名言

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