O decir

Hay que llorar hasta romperse
para crear o decir una pequeña canción...

   

(A. Pizarnik)

Soñando despierta

Yo no sabía que
no tenerte podía ser dulce como
nombrarte...

(J. Gelmán)

Make me immortal with a kiss

(...)

Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
and all is dross that is not Helena.

I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd;
and I will combat with weak Menelaus,
and wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
and then return to Helen for a kiss.
 
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
when he appear'd to hapless Semele;
more lovely than the monarch of the sky
in wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms...

and none but thou shalt be my paramour!

(C. Marlowe)