
private Sometimes the desire is to release ... not pursuing the ghosts and illusions of others, but sometimes clear voice that sometimes sinister dwells el interior. Maravillosas mujeres, creativas, revolucionarias, faros en medio de la tormenta de imposiciones han muerto buscando esa verdad... por mano propia o ajena. Y es que la búsqueda de la realización personal no es solamente un shock para una misma sino para todo aquel que rodea a dicha persona. Las velas se apagan, los ojos también, por falta de oxígeno, por falta espacio. Talvez sea mejor abrir las alas, reconocer las múltiples máscaras y dejarlas a un lado, aunque volar pueda llevarnos demasiado cerca del sol...

Anne Sexton - Her Kind
i have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air
, Braver at night;
dreaming evil, i have done my hitch over the plain
houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A Woman Like That is not a woman, remove. I Have Been
her kind.
have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.