99 Quotes by Alejandra Pizarnik

But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old; I mean, to die. That is why, perhaps, she acted and played the role of Death. Because, how can Death possibly die?

Naked. Fatigue of the body transparent as a glass-tree. Near yourself you hear the brutal rumor of inextricable desire. Night blindly mine. You're farther gone than me. Horror of checking for you in the screams of my poem. Your name is the disease of things at midnight. They had promised me one silence. Your face is closer to me than my own. Phantom memory. How I'd love to kill you —

Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors

Your eyes begin in my eyes which no longer see you. Begin in my voice which no longer speaks to you. Die out in my hands which no longer touch you. Your eyes are inscribed in my flesh. No one can bear to see me now. Sinister tattoo. I do the rain, I do the sun. For want of your eyes in my eyes.

And now what will I dowith all this timethat forms my lifewith all these peoplewho care nothing for menow, that you've leftall these nightswhy, for whomand this morningfor nothing returningmy heart bangingfor whom whybanging gravely,gravely,and nowhow to face up tothat nothingnessmy life slippingo friendsbe gentleyou know wellwe have nothing to do with itAnd nowwhat will I donowthat you . . .

Me alimento de música y de agua negra. Soy tu niña calcinada por un sueño implacable.

All night I see that abandonment is me, that the sole sobbing voice is me. We can search with lanterns, cross the shadow's lie. We can feel the heart thud in the thigh and water subside in the archaic site of the heart. All night I ask you why. All night you tell me no.

The abyss of absence. But who'll say: don't cry at night?

I drank to see him againat the bottom of your wine