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[transcript: 1. "I feel it's my anger that has helped keep me alive,"
2. "I've polished this anger and now its a knife."
3. "If only I could sustain my anger
Feel it grow stronger and stronger
It sharpens to a point and sheds my skin
Shakes off the weight of my sins
And takes me to heaven"
4. "TELL ME WHERE TO PUT MY ANGER
TELL ME WHERE TO PUT MY ANGER
TELL ME WHERE TO PUT MY ANGER"
5. "Rage, maybe rage would lift me up, make me stand, make me walk —"
6. "Isn't all that rage so ugly?
And isn't it mine, still? Good God, isn't it mine?"/end transcript]
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"miles de muertos, alcancé a oír

pero yo estaba bien viva
muy viva fornicando"
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"Se abre de piernas, recibe, arropa, envuelve, seduce y protege"
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Cristina Peri Rossi, Estado de exilio, ‘Los exiliados’, [XVIII Premio Internacional Unicaja de Poesía Rafael Alberti], «Visor de Poesía», Visor Libros, Madrid, 2003, p. 35
Through the streets, they pursue old shadows photos of the dead stammering voices until someone tells them that the shadows the steps the voices are a trick of the unconscious Then they hesitate look about uncertainly and suddenly they set out running after a face that reminds them of some other old friend. The origin of ghosts is no different. – Cristina Peri Rossi, (2003), State of Exile, Translation by Marilyn Buck, «The Pocket Poets» 58, City Lights Books, San Francisco, CA, 2008
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La memoria es también un hogar que no permite el adorno, que apenas permite el lecho
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