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” Qué fácil callar, ser serena y objetiva con los seres que no me interesan verdaderamente, a cuyo amor o amistad no aspiro. Soy entonces calma, cautelosa, perfecta dueña de mí misma. Pero con los poquísimos seres que me interesan… Allí está la cuestión absurda: soy una convulsión. De allí proviene mi imposibilidad absoluta para sustentar mi amistad con alguien mediante una...
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Moradas
 A Théodore Fraenkel En la mano crispada de un muerto, en la memoria de un loco, en la tristeza de un niño, en la mano que busca el vaso, en el vaso inalcanzable, en la sed de siempre.
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En esta noche, en este mundo Por Alejandra...
A Martha Isabel Moia en esta noche en este mundo las palabras del sueño de la infancia de la muerte nunca es eso lo que uno quiere decir la lengua natal castra la lengua es un órgano de conocimiento del fracaso de todo poema castrado por su propia lengua que es el órgano de la re-creación del re-conocimiento pero no el de la resurrección de algo a modo de negación de mi horizonte de...
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The Suicide By Jorge Luis Borges
Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one From...
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Remember, Body… By Constantine P. Cavafy
Remember, Body… Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds on which you lay, but also those desires which for you plainly glowed in the eyes, and trembled in the voice — and some chance obstacle made them futile. Now that all belongs to the past, it is almost as if you had yielded to those desires too — remember, how they glowed, in the eyes...
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