“Una volta una ammalata mi appioppò un sonoro ceffone. Il mio primo istinto fu quello di renderglielo. Ma poi presi quella vecchia mano e la baciai. La vecchia si mise a piangere.
«Tu sei mia figlia», mi disse.
E allora capii che cosa aveva significato quel gesto di violenza. Di fatto, non esiste pazzia senza giustificazione e ogni gesto che dalla gente comune e sobria viene considerato pazzo coinvolge il mistero di una inaudita sofferenza che non è stata colta dagli uomini.”
― L'altra verità: Diario di una diversa
«Tu sei mia figlia», mi disse.
E allora capii che cosa aveva significato quel gesto di violenza. Di fatto, non esiste pazzia senza giustificazione e ogni gesto che dalla gente comune e sobria viene considerato pazzo coinvolge il mistero di una inaudita sofferenza che non è stata colta dagli uomini.”
― L'altra verità: Diario di una diversa
“I alone with my undiscovered love,
without heart, without tears,
towards the skies’ impossible roof
with a huge sun to console me.”
― The Selected Poems
without heart, without tears,
towards the skies’ impossible roof
with a huge sun to console me.”
― The Selected Poems
“Life has tried to break me,
the wounds have not yet healed.
But I am not a victim,
never been and never will.
My heart was born a warrior,
each day I'm fighting still.
I am everything
the darkness could not kill.”
―
the wounds have not yet healed.
But I am not a victim,
never been and never will.
My heart was born a warrior,
each day I'm fighting still.
I am everything
the darkness could not kill.”
―
“And there’s you,
with your purity and beauty.
You unyoke me.
We lie on the bed,
closer than a hand in a glove,
yet I still experience this distant ache.
I miss you even in your presence.
How did love find me
when I hid from it so masterfully?
How did love know when to strike?
I look into your infinite eyes
and can say nothing.
Because there, in front of me,
lies everything.
And you unyoke me.”
―
with your purity and beauty.
You unyoke me.
We lie on the bed,
closer than a hand in a glove,
yet I still experience this distant ache.
I miss you even in your presence.
How did love find me
when I hid from it so masterfully?
How did love know when to strike?
I look into your infinite eyes
and can say nothing.
Because there, in front of me,
lies everything.
And you unyoke me.”
―
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