Whatsapp, the most widespread instant messaging system in the world, has become a versatile tool with multiple uses. From the broadcast of short messages to stay updated on current events with friends or family, up to the possibility of sending birthday wishes remotely, its usefulness encompasses different aspects of modern communication.
Although one of those messages might even be sweet poetrydedicated to a friend, lover or family member who we want to remind of the adoration we feel towards him.
An Argentine writer with a vast library of poems to dedicate via WhatsApp AND Alexander Pizarnik. Winner of the Municipal Poetry Prize, the essayist, translator, art student Batlle Planas and journalist has published more than seven works with the most melancholy, romantic, tragic and surreal poems.
The best poems by Alejandra Pizarnik to dedicate on WhatsApp
1) The lover
This dark mania for living, / this hidden humor of living / drags you down, Alejandra, don’t deny it.
Today you looked in the mirror/and it was sad for you, you were alone/the light roared, the air sang/but your loved one didn’t return.
You will send messages, you will smile, / you will shake hands so that the loved one returns so loved.
Do you feel the crazy mermaid who stole it/the ship with the beards of foam/where the laughter died/do you remember the last hug/oh no anguish/laugh into your handkerchief cry loudly/but close the doors of your face/so that you don’t say then/you were the one in love/they regret your days/they blame you for the nights/your life hurts so much/desperate, where are you going?/desperate, nothing more!
Alejandra Pizarnik’s poems that you can dedicate via WhatsApp. 2) Lovers
a flower/not far from the night/my silent body/opens/to the delicate urgency of the dew
3) Poetry 3
Only thirst/silence/no meeting
Take care of me, my love/Take care of the silent one in the desert/of the traveler with the empty glass/and of the shadow of her shadow
4) Beyond oblivion
sometimes from the side of the moon/you will see the kisses that shine on me fall/the shadows will smile haughtily/showing the secret that moans while wandering/the impassive leaves will come that/one day they were what my eyes/the perfumes will be stale come that / innate descending from the winged come / will come the red joys that / boil intensely in the sun that / around the equidistant harmonies in the / dancing smoke of the pipe of my love.
5) Ash rings
To Cristina Campo
It is my voices that sing/so that they do not sing,/we muzzle them grayly in the dawn,/the desolate bird is dressed in rain.
There is, while waiting, / the sound of lilacs breaking. / And there is, when the day comes, / a division of the sun into small black suns. / And when it is night, always, / a tribe of mutilated words/ seek asylum in my throat/ so that they don’t sing,/ the disastrous ones, the masters of silence.
6) Who shines
When you look at me/my eyes are keys,/the wall has secrets,/my scary words, poems./Only you make my memory/a fascinated traveler,/an incessant fire.
Source: Clarin
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