Sometimes it turned me into a woman in the shape of a monster... or have I been a monster in the shape of a woman all along?
Until we find each other, we are alone – A little symphony of anything
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Until we find each other, we are alone – Una sinfonía sobre nada
A veces me convertía en una mujer con forma de monstruo ... ¿O he sido un monstruo con forma de mujer todo este tiempo?
Poema XL: B
Un piso de madera que hace berrinches / En una colina llamada Prenzlauer al noreste de Berlín.
Poem XXXVIX: Incensed
By going within, there's so much you can do, and then nothing
Poem XXXVIII: The hanged man
A man was standing at the top of a building
Poem XXXVII: The fire
Who was with me, willing to love me
/ That fiery night