Sol Iametti
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
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Anaïs Nin, Clarice Lispector, Alejandra Pizarnik, Julio Cortázar, Henr
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Liberoamericanas: 140 poetas contemporáneas
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La Hija del Cambio
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2014
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Aledaña
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Criatura del viento
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"“Un jardín no está hecho sólo para la contemplación: el jardín ideal satisfará gusto, olfato, tacto y oído, así como el sexto sentido que, como enseña Buda, es la mente. Cada jardín tendrá su música: no sólo de agua y de pájaros, sino también de vien"
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“A writer is like a tuning fork: We respond when we’re struck by something. The thing is to pay attention, to be ready for radical empathy. If we empty ourselves of ourselves we’ll be able to vibrate in synchrony with something deep and powerful. If we’re lucky we’ll transmit a strong pure note, one that isn’t ours, but which passes through us. If we’re lucky, it will be a note that reverberates and expands, one that other people will hear and understand.”
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“You are both stars, don’t forget.
When the stars exploded billions of
years ago, they formed everything
that is this world. The moon, the
trees, everything we know is
stardust. So don’t forget. You
are stardust.
- ROSE PEDDLER”
― Before Sunrise & Before Sunset: Two Screenplays
When the stars exploded billions of
years ago, they formed everything
that is this world. The moon, the
trees, everything we know is
stardust. So don’t forget. You
are stardust.
- ROSE PEDDLER”
― Before Sunrise & Before Sunset: Two Screenplays
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar

































