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4072I sat on a gray stone bench
ringed with the ingenue faces
of pink and white impatiens
and placed my grief
in the mouth of language,
the only thing that would grieve with me.
Lisel Mueller, from “When I Am Asked” (via proustitute)
¿A quién pertenece la razón?
Antígona furiosa - Griselda Gambaro
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Me doblo con esta carga innoble que se llama miedo.
Antígona furiosa - Griselda Gambaro
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I am learning to see.
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, trans. Burton Pike (via proustitute)
