Aislamiento

In fear every day, every evening
He calls her aloud from above
Carefully watched for a reason
Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else
Isolation, isolation, isolation
Mother I tried please believe me
I'm doing the best that I can
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through
I'm ashamed of the person I am
Isolation, isolation, isolation
But if you could just see the beauty
These things I could never describe
These pleasures a wayward distraction
This is my wonderful prize
Isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation

Desapacible

Y cómo Francisca, sonrisas aúllan en mi entraña. Añoro los días en los que me hacía la valiente, ahora tengo que serlo y dejar atrás cualquier pensamiento o atisbo de desilusión. Aceptar, tolerar, convencer a mi niña interna; y yo que pensaba que conocía la soledad, el silencio y la zozobra. 

let down.

Transport, motorways and tramlines,
starting and then stopping,
taking off and landing,
the emptiest of feelings,
disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
and when it comes it's so, so, disappointing.

Let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going,
don't get sentimental,
it always ends up drivel.
One day, I am gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless
hysterical and...

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Let down, again,
Let down, again,
Let down.

You know, you know where you are with,
you know where you are with,
floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back
and one day, I am gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction, [You know where you are,]
hysterical and useless [you know where you are,]
hysterical and [you know where you are,]

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Wrong

To make of thirst my emblem
to mean the only dream
not to nourish on love ever again

I have been pure offering
pure roaming
of wolf in woods
in the night of bodies

to speak the innocent word

A. Pizarnik



I am truly madly deeply in love with Alejandra Pizarnik.

To name you.

Not the poem of your absence,
only a drawing, a crack on a wall,
something in the wind, a bitter taste.

Pizarnik.