“ Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors Alejandra Pizarnik
“ An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a bare stage where the inert I is assisted by the I suf… Alejandra Pizarnik
“ But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old; I mean,… Alejandra Pizarnik
“ Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio… Alejandra Pizarnik
