“Delight in losing oneself in the foreseen image. I rose from my corpse, went in search of who I am. My own pilgrim, I have walked towards she who sleeps in a country in the wind.” - Alejandra Pizarnik (1936 -1972), from “ The Roads of the Mirror ” (1962) in: “Alejandra Pizarnik. Selected Poems”, translated by Cecilia Rossi| - The Reader -
“Each night I go to bed wishing you were the book I was reading ‚— the page I’d crease and leave unread before turning off the lights.” - Sunay Akin (born 1962), from “Face Cloth”, translated from the Turkish by Dilek Unsal (via finita–la–commedia)| - The Reader -