99 Quotes by Alejandra Pizarnik

Es decir que anhelo un golpe de hacha que quiebre mis ramas actuales. Quedarme desnuda y esperar sonriente.

No puedo hablar con mi voz sino con mis voces.

Mi desorden es atroz.

My words demand the silence of a wasteland.

An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a bare stage where the inert I is assisted by the I suffering from that inertia. The latter wishes to free the former, but all efforts fail, as Theseus would have failed had he been not only himself but also the Minotaur; to kill him then, he would have had to kill himself.

I mourn myself; this is my right.

No puedes con el lenguaje. El lenguaje no puede por ti.

Someone in the garden is delaying the passing of time.

Y nadie o casi nadie es amado de la manera en que yo lo deseo – exceptuando algunos perros.