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“I am imprudent, I am sick, I have a soul, I am a microbe. But isn't blooming a sickness? Doesn't it hurt when a bud splits open?”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, We

“Gacela of the Flight”

I have lost myself in the sea many tunes
with my ear full of freshly cut flowers,
with my tongue full of love awl agony.
I have lost myself in the sea many times
as I lose myself in the heart of certain children.

There is no one who in giving a kiss
does not feel the smile of faceless people,
and no one who in touching a newborn child
forgets the motionless skulls of horses.

Because the roses search in the forehead
for a hard landscape of hone
and the hands of man hate no other purpose
than to imitate the roots below the earth.

As I lose myself in the heart of certain children,
I have lost myself in the sea many times.
Ignorant of the water I go seeking
a death full of light to consume me.”
― Federico García Lorca, The Selected Poems

“أليس واضحًا أن الهناء والحسد هما البسط والمقام للكسر الذي يُسمى السعادة؟”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, We

“على قبري ستكتب العبارة الآتية: هنا يعيش إنسان مات أثناء حياته”
― رجاء عليش, لا تولد قبيحًا