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“I don't know how to speak anymore. And with whom? I never found a soulmate. No one was a dream. They left me with open dreams, with my central wound wide open, with my heart torn. I mourn myself; this is my right. And yet I look down on those who take no interest in me. My only desire has been. I will not say it. Even I, or especially I, betray myself. Like a nursing boy, my soul has been soothed. I don't know how to speak anymore. I can't speak anymore. I have taken apart, what they never gave me, which was all I had. And it is death again. It closes in on me, it is my only horizon. No one resembles my dream. I have felt love and they mistreated it, yes, me, I who never loved. The deepest love will disappear forever. What can we love that isn't a shadow? The sacred dreams of childhood have already died, and with them, those of nature, which loved me.”

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Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

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Alejandra Pizarnik
Alejandra Pizarnik

Alejandra Pizarnik was an Argentine poet known for her unique poetic style and profound introspection. Her works often explore themes of loneliness, love, and death, earning her acclaim from readers and critics alike. more

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