Mariecienta

27. I don’t care if I am in a state of contradiction.

[mournfulroses]

Margaret Atwood, from an essay featured in "In Other Worlds," originally published in 2011

[mournfulroses]

Julia de Burgos, from a poem titled "That You Love Me," featured in Song of the Simple Truth: Poems

[koshigurajumy]

Jumy-M Road to Nowhere / 目的は成し遂げられるという幻想

[mournfulroses]

Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women : a world poetry anthology

[mournfulroses]

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926

[cosmonautroger]

Jane Birkin et Serge Gainsbourg, Paris, 1972

[otherworldlysunchaos]

[likeahauntingmelody]

before sunrise (1995)

[quotespile]

“Know that in returning to your body, you are consenting to be racked by physical pain. Know that in returning to your body, you are consenting to undertake a jarring reimmersion into an altered life. Some Citizen Agents have chosen not to return. They have left their bodies behind, and now they glitter sublimely in the heavens.”

— Jennifer Egan, The Candy House

[humanismo-nostalgico]

“Detrás de este triste espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas, de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria…”

— Julio Cortázar, «Papeles inesperados»

[silencioincorpore0]

El papel es un campo de batalla donde la tinta finge ser sangre. No hay cielo en tu frase, solo el blanco de un ojo que no parpadea. Esa águila —signo que inventaste— no devora carne: devora silencio. Te busca el cuello porque sabe que bajo tu piel no hay vísceras, sino más texto, más pausas, un andamiaje sosteniendo el vacío. Si tú eres la coma, yo soy el punto final que se niega, la mancha que arruina la certeza: dos ficciones frente a frente antes de que alguien sople el polvo y cierre el libro.

[winged-thinged]

You have to let people love you. You have to let people get to know you. You have to let people help you. Being so completely selfless that you try to erase yourself off the face of the planet and never ask for anything and reject everybody's offers of support makes you very hard to love! Unfortunately. Emptying yourself out of everything that makes you, you is not actually what your loved ones want from you, generally. They want to make you happy! They will be so so sad if you don't give them the chance. It's not all selfish. I promise.

[likeahauntingmelody]

before sunrise (1995)

[weltenwellen]

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[el-jujeniodeletras]

[rinconliterario]

¿Amor? Sea hombre. Sea mujer. Debe ser una ola en la que quieras deslizarte, entregarle tu cuerpo, entregarle tu risa, entregar, cuando la arena te lleve, tus lágrimas a la tierra. Amar a otro es como una oración y no se puede planear, simplemente caes en sus brazos porque tu creencia deshace tu incredulidad.

Anne Sexton.