Wael Moreicheh

“Ella encontró siempre la manera de rechazarlo porque aunque no conseguía quererlo, ya no podía vivir sin el.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Cien años de soledad

“I found the words at the back of a drawer,
wrapped in black cloth, like three rings
slipped from a dead woman’s hand, cold,
dull gold. I had held them before,

years ago,
then put them away, forgetting whatever it was
I could use them to say. I touched the first to my lips,
like a pledge, like a kiss,

and my breath
warmed them, the words I needed to utter this, small words,
and few. I rubbed at them till they gleamed in my palm –
I love you, I love you, I love you –
as though they were new.


"Finding the Words”
― Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture

“Now I was someone else. We knew each other in a way we no longer were and never would be again. Being a stranger is hard, but being a stranger when you’re so impossibly close is unbearable.”
― Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel

“La marea comienza a descender. Los árboles afirman nuevamente sus raíces en la tierra. Las olas
de sangre que golpeaban mis costados se apaciguan y mi corazón echa anclas, semejante a un barco
cuyas velas se deslizan, cayendo suavemente sobre el puente inmaculado. El juego ha concluido. Es hora
de ir a tomar el té”
― Virginia Wolf, The Waves