vio ☆彡

“¿Qué dice el río?
Historias
que se tejen en la danza a la luz de la luna
de un amor delicado
de la inclinada palmera
de la llama de la lámpara que alimenta la oscuridad.

ماذا يقول النهرُ؟
أقصوصةٌ
يَنْسجُها من رَقْص ضوءِ القَمرْ
يَنْسجُها من غَزَلِ ناعم
يُداعب النَخْلُ به المنحدَرْ
من نور مصباح يُغدِّي الدجى

De què parla el riu?
D'històries
que es teixen en la dansa a la llum de la lluna
d'un amor delicat
de la inclinada palmera
de la flama que alimenta la foscor.”
― Nazik Al-Malaika, Astillas y ceniza - Estelles i cendra - شظايا ورماد

“I have always loved everything about you. Even what I didn’t understand. And I have always known that, at heart, I would have you no different. But most people don’t know how to love. Nothing is enough for them. They must have their dreams. It’s the only thing they do well. Dreaming. They dream up obligations. New ones every day. They long for undiscovered countries, fresh demands, another call. While some of us are left with the knowledge that love can never wait. A shared bed, a hand in yours, that’s the only thing that matters. The worst thing of all is fear. The fear of being alone.”
― Albert Camus

“It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.” He walks to the door to the royal chambers, as though to end the conversation. “You probably guessed as much,” he says. “But just in case you didn’t.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“In March I'll be rested, caught up and human”
― Sylvia Plath