As I lie here and stare
The fabric starts to tear
It's far beyond repair
And I don't really care

En la palma de la mano tendremos la luna, 

si nos place.

Si te vas- es como si no existieras,

y como si tampoco yo existiera.

Miro la marca del cuchillo:

¿sanará antes 

de que venga otro extraño

a pedirme agua?

Marina Tsvietáieva

The line begins to blur, Nine Inch Nails

And you will get up, full of divine power
And you won't repent that you were my lover

Marina Tsvetáyeva, Poems about Moscow


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