Quotes by : Alejandra Pizarnik

An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing....

But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible....

Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who....

Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside....