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Hablar en lobos en moléculas, comprender el modo en el que el azar nos entreteje y nos tiende variables: atender la variabilidad, la fotosíntesis y la verdosidad del aire y de las hojas: recuperar las nubes de la infancia.

El sueño de toda célula, Maricela Guerrero

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El cerebro de mi madre contiene un grupo de estrellas que constelan llevando el nombre del recuerdo cariñoso que las enciende.

Voyager, Nona Fernández

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Arriba, en los edificios / silba lo que persigue a mi raza, / un ídolo de piedra / sobre el que la tarde baja

Martín Armada, La gran meseta

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¿Quién puede predecir lo que un día se separará de la oscuridad

para perseguirnos como un perro asustado?

Manon Uphoff, Caer es como volar

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Mariana Magdaleno.

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Debo ponerme en las maternales manos del ritual. Encontrar un disparate cualquiera que a fuerza de repetirse termine siendo verdadero.

Aviones sobrevolando un monstruo. Daniel Saldaña París.

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Una ballena es un país:

: no pesa porque no tiene anatomía, tiene geografía.

Isabel Zapata

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Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant scissors, I do not know. Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear, I do not know. Perhaps God is only a deep voice, heard by the deaf, I do not know.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question. It is written on the tablet of destiny that I am stuck here in this human form. That being the case I would like to call attention to my problem.

There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab. The doctors of Boston have thrown up their hands. They have tried scalpels, needles, poison gases and the like. The crab remains. It is a great weight. I try to forget it, go about my business,

cook the broccoli, open and shut books, brush my teeth and tie my shoes. I have tried prayer but as I pray the crab grips harder and the pain enlarges.

I had a dream once, perhaps it was a dream, that the crab was my ignorance of God. But who am I to believe in dreams?

Anne Sexton, The Poet of Ignorance.

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Raisa Maudit. The Vampire Manifesto.

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Soy una madre castradora:

mi amor es lo peor que podría sucederte.

Miriam Reyes, Bella durmiente

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Pakui Hardware

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Enlacé Eros con Tánatos y me puse a recrear la historia de nuestros cuerpos, no como especie procreadora que aspira a la supervivencia, sino más bien como abismos deseantes, creación y destrucción en un movimiento perpetuo e infinito

El libro de Joan, Lidia Yuknavitch

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Morehshin Allahyari. She Who Sees The Unknown.