the afternoon dissolves into the noise of macaws and flakes of lead
It's funny how I can't say who I am. I mean, I know it well, but I can't say. Above all, I'm afraid to say it, because the moment I try to speak, not only...
Clarice Lispector
Love does not wait for a poet with immaculate verses written with exuberant and affectionate rhymes with delirious intentions. In a storm of faith and hope of a...
JULIO AUKAY
Believing that a being does not suffer when the eyes express nothing is an easy mistake to make.
Graham Greene
Those who talk about the joys of love have certainly never loved. To love a being is to feel necessary, therefore, to feel ourselves in incessant precariousness...
Jean Rostand
Conservatives aren't necessarily stupid, but most stupid people are conservative.
John Stuart Mill