Alejandra Pizarnik





Unfinished Wreckage


     This untimely tempest, these rails on the girls of my eyes, this little
love story closing like a fan that would open to reveal a hallucinated
beauty: the most naked woman of the forest in the musical silence of
an embrace.










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