«They wittered on. In the word soup of already dead and gravely sick languages, a few Russian expressions floated to the surface. They cropped up like lost islands in the dark ocean of a collective subconscious. ‘I can see my language before me, like a ghost!’, one kept screaming…»
“Twilight Of The Eastern Gods“
«My love, I do not love you for you or for me or for the two of us together, I do not love you because my blood tells me to love you, I love you because you are not mine, because you are from the other side, from there where you invite me to jump and I cannot make the jump, because in the deepest moment of possession you are not in me, I cannot reach you, I cannot get beyond your body, your laugh, there are times when it torments me that you love me…»
Julio Cortázar (Gregory Rabassa)
«Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.»
“A Dream Within A Dream“
Edgar Allan Poe
«finem qui quaeris amoris, res age, tutus eris»
«Her coming was my hope each day,
Her parting was my pain;
The chance that did her steps delay
Was ice in every vein.»
«You can make beautiful poetry on little things,
But we can not row against ourselves.
That transforms life into hell.
Enjoy the panic that leads you have life ahead.»