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“I declare
That later on,
Even in an age unlike our own,
Someone will remember who we are.”
― Sappho, Stung with Love: Poems and Fragments

“A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.”
― Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse

“I adored you without thinking of you physically. I kissed your smile and adored your illusions.”
― Julia de Burgos, Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos

“I Love You"

I love you...
and you move the time of my life without hours.

I love you
in the pallid streams that travel in the night,
and never finish conveying stars to the sea.

I love you
in that morning unpinned from the flight of centuries
that fled its white ship to the water without waves
where your voice and my song sadly swam.

I love you
in the pain without tears that tell so many nights the dream
has gathered:
in the sky inverted in my pupils to look at you cosmically;
in the hollow voice of my noise of centuries crumbling.

I love you (scream of white night)
in the insomniac thoughts where in birds my spirit
has returned.

I love you...

My love lightly escapes from expressions and routes,
and goes breaking the shadows
and reaching your image
from the innocent point where I am grass and birdsong.”
― Julia de Burgos, Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos