El remanso de aire
bajo la rama del eco…
El remanso de tu boca
bajo espesura de besos.
The still waters of the air
under the bough of the echo…
The still waters of your mouth
under a thicket of kisses.
– Federico García Lorca –
You must go on. I can’t go on. I’ll go on.
– Samuel Beckett – The Unnamable
The duende….Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters …
– Federico García Lorca –
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment …
– Federico García Lorca –
But now I am no longer I,
nor is my house any longer my house.
– Federico García Lorca –
If blue is dream
what then innocence?
What awaits the heart
if Love bears no arrows?
– Federico García Lorca –
… the paradox is the source of the thinker’s passion, and the thinker without a paradox is like a lover without feeling: a paltry mediocrity.
– Søren Kierkegaard –
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.
– James Joyce –
Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.
– Martin Heidegger –
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic … It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
– Catherine Breillat –
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