I am gonna be the one and thou must be the third cause i say so

Espaldas rotas y penas encubiertas tras máscaras de soledad y solemnidad. Just think of all the things we could do to pass the time. Pertinentes comentarios y vencidas fechas que rayan en mis ojos con sales del Mar Caspio. Porque la sangre derramada nunca es vana.

Espero con ansia la llegada de las aves que te traigan de vuelta a ver las lámparas incandescentes.

La espalda y su dolor. Todos somos uno. Díganme que la vida es hermosa.

I don´t feel like dancing.

Ariel (Sylvia Plath)

Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.

God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!--The furrow

Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,

Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks----

Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else

Hauls me through air----
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.

White
Godiva, I unpeel----
Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry

Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning.

Arriba los olivos y los cuervos que posan en ellos.