She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes …
In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her …

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this …
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing …

– Pablo Neruda –

The duende …. Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents: a wind with the odor of a child’s saliva, crushed grass, and medusa’s veil, announcing the endless baptism Of freshly created things.
– Federico García Lorca –
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5BAjPXyiOuw
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds – Lovely Creature