me van a morir.

Manos crispadas me confinan al exilio.
Ayúdame a no pedir ayuda.
Me quieren anochecer, me van a morir.
Ayúdame a no pedir ayuda.

Alejandra Pizarnik

 

“I like to live in a corner to which I have long grown used. Yes, the place with which one is familiar is always the best.”

—	Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor Folk