But perhaps not even that. Maybe it's that Alejandra arrived at this moment, like a wound that has not really healed. She is like the viento que the
, after all. She is the fear, terror, the night.
Soles negros. And Paris below, which perhaps gives the same concern with Rowan. The same cruel innocence
Ash.
Hermosura
. And senseless murder. But it's also a woman. In addition to all this.
And maybe that's why I see it as a mirror of what is not - of what I lost. Ever had.
(rather than later. This is the pain. Nothing you could ever wish for.)
we read in English-Americaniori viola. * Rolling eyes * E-Invece, sono qui da niente Scrivere sew. E Invece, I'm just spostare gli occhi fuori dalla finestra. A fissarli nel sky.
Grigio.
Chiaro. Come dicevo, il cervello if inceppa. * Rolling eyes * -E if rinuncia anche a trovare a chiusura. * Rolling eyes *
- [Poi però della raccolta apri the Pizarnik. Page to case, an important delle segnatamente dall'orecchia.
The wind and rain wiped
me like a fire, like a poem written on a wall
(Il vento e la pioggia my cancellarono
Fossi eat is a fuoco , a poetry wall
Scritta sul) C
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