"But a crack in the air or mist or rain can not quell a wound. Do not close a wound a bell. A bell does not close a wound. It was the night Santiago. raining delinquent in the garden of the Inn. I'm going to see the fireworks, "he said to the black people who came from afar to be physically present (in the square lit by fires that occur ever more rapid because the rain prevented the natural deployment, evolution and death). Yes, I said go, go, go (feeling, oh always, in the exact center of abandonment). I saw his eyes glow in the darkness unkind cut, sudden. I saw his eyes at the sound of the storm, burning colors like birds very ephemeral. Let him go, I told myself I do not pretend, do not try, do not understand. Do not leave me I said you exiles. High above, in pure abandonment. Call me little abandoned. Before I saw his eyes away not understanding. Tremulous expression on my face to go to mourn importantly in the night do not know who is left. "
Pizarnik" The Night of Santiago "(fragment) in Prose complete.
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