Alfonsina Storni was born in Capriasca, Switzerland of Italian-Swiss parents. Paulina, Alfonsina's mother was a teacher who studied music and the sop ..
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My melancholy was gold dust in your hands; On your long hands I scattered my life; My sweetnesses remained clutched in your hands; Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied
How much sweet torture quietly suffered, When, my soul wrested with shadowy sadness, She who knows the tricks, I passed the days kissing the two hands that stifled my life
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Sweet Torture by Alfonsina Storni