Drawings Baby Tricycle

This afternoon I attended a short presentation of my students, one of them struck me deeply, is based on the poem which I reproduce below:

THE AWAKENING (Pizarnik)

Leon
Lord
Ostrov
The bird cage has become
and has flown
and my heart goes crazy
because death howls and smiles
wind behind my delusions


What shall I do with fear
What shall I do with fear already

light does not dance in my smile
or burn stations
pigeons in my ideas have been stripped My hands
and gone where death
taught to live in the dead

Lord punishes me
air being behind the air

there are monsters who drink of my blood is


disaster when the vacuum is not empty
is the moment to put the lip lock
hear the scream convicted
consider each of my names hanged
nothing. Lord



twenty years I have also my eyes are twenty years old
and yet say nothing

Lord
I have spent my life in an instant burst

The last innocence is never now or never
or just got

How not to kill myself in a mirror
and disappear and reappear in the sea where a big ship
expect me
with the lights on?

How could I extract the veins
and I
scale them to flee across the night?

The principle has given birth to the end
Everything will remain the same
The smiles worn

interested Interest Questions from stone to stone
's posturing love to imitate everything will just continue


But my arms to embrace the world insist they do not yet

taught that it's too late Throw

Lord
the coffins of my blood


remember my childhood when I was old
Flowers
died in my hands because the wild dance of joy they destroyed the heart


remember Black
sunny mornings as a child ie yesterday

ie
centuries

Mr Cage has become
bird and has devoured my hopes

Lord
The bird cage has become
What shall I do with fear