My life here is up and down, it’s the usual flow, hope and hopelessness. Desires to die and to live. Sometimes there’s order, other times the chaos devours me. I think right now it’s the latter. Perhaps that’s why I’m writing you.

— Alejandra Pizarnik (1936-1972)

Ur ett brev till León Ostrov daterat 27 december 1960.
Översättning från spanska till engelska: Emily Cooke.