domingo, 13 de abril de 2014

Did it come like an arrow, did it come like a knife?
Which of the poisons is it?

Sylvia Plath

On the inside of this marble house I grow

And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners too

The Knife, Marble House

miércoles, 26 de marzo de 2014

Then I think of you in bed
your tongue, half chocolate, half ocean

Anne Sexton

Cool cherry cream, nice apple tart
I feel your taste all the time we´re apart