Greisy Pichardo

“Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?”
― Rumi

“he threw up his hands
and wrote the Universe dont exist
and died to prove it”
― Allen Ginsberg, The Fall of America: Poems of These States 1965-1971

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead