el musgo de su piel Lo único importante era sonreír y aguantar quieta, tumbarse junto a él y descansar un rato, plegarse juntos, como si fuéramos seda, descender de los ojos de madre y no hablar. La habitación negra nos...
the black art A woman who writes feels too much those trances and portent ! As if cycles and children and islands weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is...
anne sexton poemas de amor canción para un camisón rojo ediciones linteo traducción de ben clark complete poems anne sexton houghton mifflin company boston love poems (1969) song for a red nightgown No....
bat His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my fingers, a kind of webbing, a kind of frog. Surely when first born my face was this tiny and before I was born surely I could fly. Not well, mind you, only a veil...
knee song Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen and yes my darling a dot on the fathometer is tinkerbelle with her cough and twice I will give up my honor and stars will stick like tacks in the night yes oh yes...
alberto caeiro o guardador de rebanhos La espantosa realidad de las cosas es mi descubrimiento de cada día. Cada cosa es lo que es, y es difícil explicar a alguien cuánto eso me alegra. Y cuánto eso me basta. Basta existir...
