El embarazo te convierte en un saco de gases. No hay ni pizca de poesía en ello, puedo asegurarlo
Gabriela Wiener. Libro: Nueve lunas

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El embarazo te convierte en un saco de gases. No hay ni pizca de poesía en ello, puedo asegurarlo
Gabriela Wiener. Libro: Nueve lunas

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The Last Summer / William Bindley / 2019
¿Acaso todo, todo lo que pueda alegrar una pizca la vida está lejos de mí?
"Lobo estepario", Hermann Hesse.
The vet gave us back Pizca’s ashes and we just scattered them through the garden. It’s sad and felt very weird but I guess it’s nice that she’s in the garden now.
My parents just told me they finally made the decision and this afternoon they’re taking my dog (not Molly, Pizca, the older one) to be put down. She’s suffering a lot and she’s not herself since some time ago so there’s no questioning it but we’ve had her since 2002, since I was 12 and it’s very weird to imagine life without her here. I’m gonna miss her a lot.

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Ganas.
Vivo atrapada entre la noche y la madrugada, entre tus piernas y tus manos, entre tú indecisión y tús ganas.
¿Qué soy para ti? ¿Hoy si podrías explicarlo?
Vienes a mi cómo el frío en medio de la noche, colandote cómo el, con un beso en mi espalda.
Dueles hasta los huesos.
Torturas con tu suave calma.
Y cuando me tienes alerta, te alejas para escuchar mi delicada súplica.
¡Tómame, tómame!
Y me entrego ofrenda a ti, que nada de especial tienes, para que juegues a ser hombre mientras te haces hombre.
Tu me necesitas, yo te deseo.
¿Qué soy para ti? ¿Hoy si querrías explicarlo?
Eran
Has ganado la pizca de obscenidad que necesitan las mujeres para ser auténticamente misericordiosas.
Jorge Riechmann