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  • #1
    Alejandra Pizarnik
    “SOMBRAS DOS DIAS QUE VIRÃO


    Amanhã
    me vestirão com cinzas na aurora,
    me encherão a boca de flores
    Aprenderei a dormir
    na memória de um muro,
    na respiração
    de um animal que sonha.”
    Alejandra Pizarnik

  • #2
    E.E. Cummings
    “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
    I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
    I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
    higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

    I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #3
    Emily Brontë
    “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #4
    Julio Cortázar
    “Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.”
    Julio Cortázar

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #6
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #7
    E.E. Cummings
    “i like my body when it is with your
    body. It is so quite new a thing.
    Muscles better and nerves more.
    i like your body. i like what it does,
    i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
    of your body and its bones, and the trembling
    -firm-smooth ness and which i will
    again and again and again
    kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
    i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
    of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
    over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

    and possibly i like the thrill

    of under me you so quite new.”
    e.e. cummings

  • #8
    Maya Angelou
    “Out of the huts of history's shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that's rooted in pain
    I rise
    I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.”
    Maya Angelou

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “I am terrified by this dark thing
    That sleeps in me;
    All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

    Clouds pass and disperse.
    Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
    Is it for such I agitate my heart?

    I am incapable of more knowledge.
    What is this, this face
    So murderous in its strangle of branches? -

    Its snaky acids kiss.
    It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
    That kill, that kill, that kill.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #10
    Nikita Gill
    “The monsters were never
    under my bed.
    Because the monsters
    were inside my head.


    I fear no monsters,
    for no monsters I see.
    Because all this time
    the monster has been me.”
    Nikita Gill

  • #11
    Clarice Lispector
    “[...] não fugir de mim, não fugir de minha letra, como é leve e horrível, teia de aranha, não fugir dos meus defeitos, meus defeitos, eu vos adoro, minhas qualidades são tão pequenas, iguais às dos outros, meus defeitos, meu lado negativo é belo e côncavo como um abismo. O que não sou deixaria um buraco enorme na terra.”
    Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

  • #12
    Alejandra Pizarnik
    “6
    ela se desnuda no paraíso
    de sua memória
    ela desconhece o feroz destino
    de suas visões
    ela tem medo de não saber nomear
    o que não existe



    13
    explicar com palavras deste mundo
    que partiu de mim um barco levando-me



    35
    Vida, minha vida, deixa-te cair, deixa-te doer, minha vida, deixa-te enlaçar de fogo, de silêncio ingênuo, de pedras verdes na casa da noite, deixa-te cair e doer, minha vida.”
    Alejandra Pizarnik

  • #13
    Alejandra Pizarnik
    “ANÉIS DE CINZA

    São minhas vozes cantando
    para que não cantem eles,
    os amordaçados cinzentos na aurora,
    e os vestidos de pássaro desolado na chuva.

    Há, na espera,
    um rumor de lilás se rompendo.
    E há, quando chega o dia,
    uma partição do sol em pequenos sóis negros.
    E quando é noite, sempre,
    uma tribo de palavras mutiladas
    busca asilo em minha garganta,
    para que não cantem eles,
    os funestos, os donos do silêncio.”
    Alejandra Pizarnik

  • #14
    Alejandra Pizarnik
    “RELÓGIO

    Dama pequeníssima
    moradora no coração de um pássaro
    sai de manhã a pronunciar uma sílaba
    NÃO”
    Alejandra Pizarnik

  • #15
    Alejandra Pizarnik
    “RESGATE

    E é sempre o jardim de lilás do outro lado do rio. Se a alma pergunta se fica longe, a resposta será: do outro lado do rio, não este, mas aquele.”
    Alejandra Pizarnik

  • #17
    Clarice Lispector
    “É que tudo o que eu tenho não se pode dar. Nem tomar. Eu mesma posso morrer de sede diante de mim. A solidão está misturada à minha essência...”
    Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

  • #17
    Alejandra Pizarnik
    “A JAULA

    Lá fora faz sol.
    Não é mais que um sol
    mas os homens olham-no
    e depois cantam.

    Eu não sei do sol.
    Sei a melodia do anjo
    e o sermão quente
    do último vento.
    Sei gritar até a aurora
    quando a morte pousa nua
    em minha sombra.

    Choro debaixo do meu nome.
    Aceno lenços na noite
    e barcos sedentos de realidade
    dançam comigo.
    Oculto cravos
    para escarnecer meus sonhos enfermos.

    Lá fora faz sol.
    Eu me visto de cinzas.”
    Alejandra Pizarnik

  • #18
    Alejandra Pizarnik
    “O DESPERTAR

    Senhor
    A gaiola se tornou pássaro
    e voou
    e meu coração está louco
    porque uiva para a morte
    e sorri detrás do vento
    para meus delírios

    Que farei com o medo
    Que farei com o medo

    Já não dança a luz em meu sorriso
    nem as estações queimam pombas em minhas idéias
    Minhas mãos ficaram nuas
    e foram aonde a morte
    ensina os mortos a viver

    Senhor
    O ar me castiga o ser
    Detrás do ar existem monstros
    que bebem meu sangue

    É o desastre
    É a hora do vazio não vazio
    É o instante de pôr ferrolho nos lábios
    ouvir os condenados a gritar
    contemplar cada um de meus nomes
    enforcados no nada

    Senhor
    Tenho vinte anos
    Também meus olhos têm vinte anos
    e contudo não dizem nada

    Senhor
    Consumei minha vida num instante
    A última inocência explodiu
    Agora é o nunca jamais ou simplesmente foi

    Por que não me suicido diante do espelho
    e desapareço para reaparecer no mar
    onde um grande barco me esperaria
    com as luzes acesas?

    Por que não extraio minhas veias
    e faço com elas uma escada
    para fugir ao outro lado da noite?

    O princípio deu à luz o fim
    Tudo continuará igual
    Os sorrisos gastos
    O interesse interessado
    As gesticulações que arremedam o amor
    Tudo continuará igual

    Mas meus braços insistem em abraçar o mundo
    Porque ainda não lhes ensinaram
    que já é demasiado tarde

    Senhor
    Expulsa os féretros de meu sangue

    Recordo minha infância
    quando eu era uma anciã
    As flores morriam em minhas mãos
    porque a dança selvagem da alegria lhes destruía o coração
    Recordo as negras manhãs de sol
    quando era criança
    quer dizer ontem
    quer dizer faz séculos

    Senhor
    A gaiola se tornou pássaro
    e devorou minhas esperanças

    Senhor
    A gaiola se tornou pássaro
    Que farei com o medo”
    Alejandra Pizarnik

  • #19
    June Jordan
    I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name
    My name is my own my own my own
    and I can’t tell you who the hell set things up like this
    but I can tell you that from now on my resistance
    my simple and daily and nightly self-determination
    may very well cost you your life”
    June Jordan, Directed by Desire: The Collected Poems

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my lids and all is born again.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #21
    Salvador Plascencia
    “I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”
    Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper

  • #22
    Salvador Plascencia
    “One day I will forgive you; until then there are scabs everywhere that you have touched me.”
    Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper

  • #23
    Stephen  King
    “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
    Stephen King

  • #24
    Stephen  King
    “The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
    Stephen King

  • #25
    Markus Zusak
    “I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #26
    Markus Zusak
    “It kills me sometimes, how people die.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #27
    Markus Zusak
    “I am haunted by humans.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #28
    Markus Zusak
    “A DEFINITION NOT FOUND
    IN THE DICTIONARY
    Not leaving: an act of trust and love,
    often deciphered by children”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #29
    Markus Zusak
    “I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #30
    Anthony Marra
    “We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.”
    Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena



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