words thrown into emptiness, nothingness, X Galicia Between my love and I have to get up
three hundred nights
three hundred walls and the sea will magic between us.
No sino recuerdos.
Oh tardes merecidas por la pena,
noches esperanzadas de mirarte,
campos de mi camino, firmamento
que estoy viendo y perdiendo...
Definitiva como un mármol
entristecerá tu ausencia otras tardes.
Jorge Luis Borges Fervor de Buenos Aires (1923)
Vigilas desde
this room where the fearsome shadow is yours.
There is silence here, but you avoid hearing phrases.
Signs on the walls tell the beautiful distance.
(
Do not die without seeing you again.)
Pizarnik Removing the stone of madness (1968)