As for me, I used to be a bird with a gentle white womb, someone cut my throat just for laughs, I… — Alda Merini Copy Share Image
I used to hold a fiery wind and I tried to determine the direction where poetry would fly. — Alda Merini Copy Share Image
In that moment, I could not write anything about flowers because I myself had turned into a flower, I myself had a stem and… — Alda Merini Copy Share Image
We are hungry for tenderness, in a world where everything abounds we are poor of this feeling which is like a caress for our… — Alda Merini Copy Share Image
As for me, I used to be a bird with a gentle white womb, someone cut my throat just for laughs, I don’t know.… — Alda Merini Copy Share Image
