Thalia

“El amor se trunca a veces
como un miembro amputado,
pero el vacío sigue haciendo sus gestos,
que tal vez alguien reciba.

Aunque el amor se vaya,
el hábito de amar se alarga siempre.
Por eso no es extraño
que si el amor retorna
sus gestos se entremezclen
con los gestos anteriores.
Y aparezcan amores
que vagan por el mundo
con gestos duplicados,
amores que parecen dos amores.

No es raro, por lo tanto,
que confundamos un amor con otro
y hasta amemos aquel que ya no está
en lugar del que está.”
― Roberto Juarroz, Poesía vertical: Antología

“Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Fear of not falling asleep.
Fear of the past rising up.
Fear of the present taking flight.
Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night.
Fear of electrical storms.
Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek!
Fear of dogs I've been told won't bite.
Fear of anxiety!
Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend.
Fear of running out of money.
Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this.
Fear of psychological profiles.
Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else.
Fear of my children's handwriting on envelopes.
Fear they'll die before I do, and I'll feel guilty.
Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine.
Fear of confusion.
Fear this day will end on an unhappy note.
Fear of waking up to find you gone.
Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough.
Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love.
Fear of death.
Fear of living too long.
Fear of death.

I've said that.”
― Raymond Carver

“Those who see any difference between soul and body have neither”
― Oscar Wilde

“He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear....One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.”
― William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying