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“I was sleeping in peace.
Who ripped into my dream?”
― Federico García Lorca

“Make him a joy to his friends,
a pain to his enemies and let there exist for us
not one single further sorrow.”
― Sappho

“]frequently
]for those
I treat well are the ones who most of all
]harm me
]crazy
]
]you, I want
]to suffer
]in myself I am
aware of this”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“He seems to me equal to gods that man whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your sweet speaking

and lovely laughing-oh it
puts the heart in my chest on wings
for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking
is left in me

no: tongue breaks and thin
fire is racing under skin
and in eyes no sight and drumming
fills ears

and cold sweat holds me and shaking
grips me all, greener than grass
I am and dead-or almost
I seem to me.

But all is to be dared, because even a person of poverty”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho