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“Demoro verte. No quiero verte. Porque temo destruir el recuerdo de la última vez que te vi.”
― Alfonsina Storni, Poemas de amor

“I Love You"

I love you...
and you move the time of my life without hours.

I love you
in the pallid streams that travel in the night,
and never finish conveying stars to the sea.

I love you
in that morning unpinned from the flight of centuries
that fled its white ship to the water without waves
where your voice and my song sadly swam.

I love you
in the pain without tears that tell so many nights the dream
has gathered:
in the sky inverted in my pupils to look at you cosmically;
in the hollow voice of my noise of centuries crumbling.

I love you (scream of white night)
in the insomniac thoughts where in birds my spirit
has returned.

I love you...

My love lightly escapes from expressions and routes,
and goes breaking the shadows
and reaching your image
from the innocent point where I am grass and birdsong.”
― Julia de Burgos, Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos

“Sweet mother, I cannot weave –
slender Aphrodite has overcome me
with longing for a girl.”
― Sappho, Sappho: A New Translation of the Complete Works

“Lermontov: Why do you want to dance?
Vicky: Why do you want to live?
Lermontov: Well, I don't know exactly why, but... I must.
Vicky: That's my answer too.”
― The Red Shoes