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never tell him that I, Say I'm gone.



"I love the clear skies, the green pastures, golden fields
, delicate hands, brows
spacious, spotless souls ... "



Alfonsina Storni How did he die? The song itself tells of a woman who suffers and decides to go "dressed to the sea." Just read the poetry of Alfonsina Storni to check the false myth of blatant feminism. In Storni is the ego of women, female flesh feeling that advocates for equality with men but also confesses, unscrupulous man's need as a companion.
His suicide is a myth, but in each of his poems shows us the sadness of his soul, his inner self in each of his letters writes of a Death Foretold, I remember some of his poems that suggests this.



GO TO SLEEP

I sleep, my mother, acuéstame.
Set a lamp at my headboard;
a constellation, the one you like;
all good, lower it a bit.
Leave me alone: \u200b\u200byou hear the buds breaking ...
a celestial foot rocks you from above you
and a bird traces a few bars
To Remember ... Thanks. Oh, one request:
if he telephones again
tell him not to insist that I come ...

ME AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA

The
seabed is a glass house. One avenue
madrepores
of day.

PRESENTIMIENTOS

I have a feeling I to live very little.
This head resembles mine crucible
purify and consume.
But without complaint, without a shadow of horror,
To finish I want a cloudless afternoon,
under the clear sun, Nazca
a large white jasmine
a snake What a sweet, sweet, my heart sunk.