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Dani
@dani-art #439169
Self-portrait and nature photographer/ in love with poetry of light and words https://linktr.ee/dani_phstories
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„When a bird stops loving another bird, it stays beside it to die there, in solitude.“
Vesna Parun
Vesna Parun
we will meet on the island
where the turquoise rains fall
spreading the scents of wild flowers
and overripe fruit,
where cats gaze into one another's eyes,
endlessly
as if they have been searching for each other for nine lifetimes.
where the turquoise rains fall
spreading the scents of wild flowers
and overripe fruit,
where cats gaze into one another's eyes,
endlessly
as if they have been searching for each other for nine lifetimes.
unknown endings
you said that someone knows better than us the maps whose measurements are taken by the length of ours
steps.
and that we will go exactly where we need to go.
or someone takes us only to the beginning. and we draw the end by ourselves.
you said that someone knows better than us the maps whose measurements are taken by the length of ours
steps.
and that we will go exactly where we need to go.
or someone takes us only to the beginning. and we draw the end by ourselves.
the remains of the summer
the remains of the scratched sun
melt under the nails
like a summer ended
before the imagined deadline.
the remains of the scratched sun
melt under the nails
like a summer ended
before the imagined deadline.
the lover
this gloomy mania for living
this recondite mood of living
Alejandra drags you, don't deny it.
today you looked in the mirror
and it was sad you were alone
the light roared the air sang
but your loved one did not return
you will send messages you will smile
you will shake your hands so it will come back
your loved so loved
you hear the insane siren that stole it
the ship with beards of foam
where the laughter died
Do you remember the last hug?
oh no worries
laugh in the handkerchief cry out loud
but close the doors of your face
so they don't say later
That woman in love was you
you regret the days
the nights blame you
life hurts so much
desperate where are you going?
desperate nothing more
Alejandra Pizarnik
this gloomy mania for living
this recondite mood of living
Alejandra drags you, don't deny it.
today you looked in the mirror
and it was sad you were alone
the light roared the air sang
but your loved one did not return
you will send messages you will smile
you will shake your hands so it will come back
your loved so loved
you hear the insane siren that stole it
the ship with beards of foam
where the laughter died
Do you remember the last hug?
oh no worries
laugh in the handkerchief cry out loud
but close the doors of your face
so they don't say later
That woman in love was you
you regret the days
the nights blame you
life hurts so much
desperate where are you going?
desperate nothing more
Alejandra Pizarnik
silent waters
the waters receded
in
stones in gills in foam
in
eyes in the throat
in herbs.
to whom I am talking about you.
unknown and close.
and I am silent.
the waters receded
in
stones in gills in foam
in
eyes in the throat
in herbs.
to whom I am talking about you.
unknown and close.
and I am silent.
far away
I miss you the most today, who are far away.
I put on a hundred skins –
cloaks into which I tuck all my bones
and place them in the streets of a city
that smells like Buenos Aires.
On that Sunday, the poet released all her birds,
or herself from them.
A hundred colorful candies fell from the sky,
like from her throat.
The hour hands stopped.
„Do you see the eyes I wear in my tattoos?“
Today it's too hard not to have,
loneliness plucks the strings
that hold the tired limbs closer to heaven.
Do you hear,
Footsteps echo on their impassable pavements.
I miss you the most today, who are far away.
I put on a hundred skins –
cloaks into which I tuck all my bones
and place them in the streets of a city
that smells like Buenos Aires.
On that Sunday, the poet released all her birds,
or herself from them.
A hundred colorful candies fell from the sky,
like from her throat.
The hour hands stopped.
„Do you see the eyes I wear in my tattoos?“
Today it's too hard not to have,
loneliness plucks the strings
that hold the tired limbs closer to heaven.
Do you hear,
Footsteps echo on their impassable pavements.
