Teresa Wilms Montt 1893-1921 Chilean writer
" - OH, if the sixteen years I have had the consciousness of good and evil, if I had sensed how much venom contains life, have fled the world taking refuge in my dreams like a cloister "(Teresa Wilms Montt)
"How wonderful you are! And how cool my heart the warmth of your arms on my neck .... My daughters, with their long lashes .... show me the seriousness and the experience of centuries.
" You came to me, I was not expecting you. I did not expect happiness. Had
lost everything and found everything when you stretched out my arms. "(Canto XXX-Yearbook Teresa Wilms Montt)
" Why did you go, love? Why, I wonder thousand, two thousand times a day? And I fail to find an answer to ease the fierce pain of my soul. "(Canto II Teresa Wilms Montt)
" I feel bad physically. I've never taxed my body the honor of taking his life seriously, therefore I do not regret that she leave me. "
" Life, you were regal, in the hollow sound of your heart kept me warm as the sea and storms as he gave me and beauty.
I have nothing, nothing left, all I ask. I was born naked as I go, so ignorant of what the world had.
I suffered and is the only background that supports the boat that leads to oblivion. "(Diary of Teresa Wilms Montt life)
belzebuth (Teresa Poem Wilms Montt, written in Madrid in 1919)
My soul, blue column of smoke rises into the blue dome. Raised in supplication my arms are alabaster door of a temple. My ecstatic eyes fixed on the mystery are two sapphire lamps burning at the bottom of divine love. A shadow passes eclipsing my prayer, is a shade of golden flames crested crazy. Shadow oblique beautiful smiles, stroking the silky curls of long hair light. Is a shadow that looks with a look of deep, in which red flowers open edge of sin. Belzebuth called, I'd have whispered in the ear cavity, producing heat and my lips have frozen frío.Se. My heart has become ruby \u200b\u200bred and a burning furnace burns my chest. Belzebuth. Belzebuth's been diverting my prayer blue to the black velvet of her soul rebel. The pillars of my arms have become human, they lose their vertically extending shaking with passion. The flashing lights of my eyes turned green radiance of love, guilt and wanting to offer to God, to anxiety in the shade of gold wrapped in the glittering whirl of eternal fire. Belzebuth, archangel of evil, why disturb the soul turns to God, the soul who had forgotten the great beauties of the original sin. Belzebuth, my boyfriend, my downfall ...
Teresa Wilms had the consistency of a liberated woman, sensitive, sincere. It was brave woman to feel herself. Its value is that he learned at his situation as women.
had a free mind, prodigious, ahead of its time. In his self creation moves in four directions: sensuality (love) and pain, life and reflection on death muerte.Su is of enormous depth and subtlety. Teresa Wilms
lived in fidelity to its principles. Their freedom was his poetry. His nobility of spirit, his greatest poem. Nested in his heart only the good, goodness, justice, love.
The external beauty was only a complement to the beauty of her soul. Teresa was ethically
elegant.
now broken his mansion on earth, his spirit roams the galaxies, including the stars ...
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