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“Ya no tengo ni encuentro palabras con las que pedir misericordia.
Baldía y fea como una rodilla desnuda es mi alma.
Busco un poema que no encuentro, el poema de un cuerpo a quien la desesperación pobló súbitamente en su carne, de mil bocas grandiosas, de dos mil labios gritadores.
A mis oídos llegan voces distantes, resplandores pirotécnicos, pero yo estoy aquí solo, agarrado por mi tierra de miseria como con nueve pernos.”
― Roberto Arlt, El juguete rabioso

“Stars are tragic. Most of the stars are nothing but reminders of love gone horribly wrong, or men challenging the gods.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, Persephone

“The thing I admire most
about you
is no matter how hard,
or how much the world
has tried to
beat you,
break you,
destroy you,
and throw you to the wolves
you are still here,
turning all your pain
all your suffering
into armor,
into determination,
into weapons
and earning the respect
of that same pack of wolves
that were meant to rip you
limb from limb.”
― Nikita Gill, Wild Embers: Poems of Rebellion, Fire and Beauty

“cleave not to faith when faith brings blood." - Rev. John Hale”
― Arthur Miller, The Crucible