Malena

“You die and then no one speaks of you, and before you know it, no one asks, no one tells, no one even knows or wants to know. You're extinct, you never lived, never loved. Time never casts shadows and memory doesn't drop ashes.”
― André Aciman, Find Me

“Y entonces me inquieté al darme cuenta de que quería estar en el cuadro, Vejez, quería estar en la barca que se deslizaba hacia la oscuridad, quería saltarme la barca de Madurez. El hombre a bordo de esa barca parecía aterrado y no entender su finalidad: ¿por qué dar tumbos por aquellos rápidos traicioneros, en un río que desembocaba en la oscuridad, la muerte? Yo quería estar en la barca con el viejo, que había dejado atrás todos los peligros, con el ángel cerca de mí, guiándome hacia la muerte. Quería morir.”
― Peter Cameron

“To give yourself over to another body
That’s all you want really
To be out of your own and consumed by another
To swim inside the skin of your lover
Not have to breathe
Not have to think
But you can’t live on love
And salt water’s no drink
We're dying of thirst so we feast on each other
The sea is still our violent mother
The blood round here pours down like water
Each wave a lamb lead to the slaughter
And like children that she just can’t teach
We break, and break, and break
And break ourselves upon the beach- Body of Water”
― Florence Welch, Useless Magic: Lyrics and Poetry

“What never ceased to amaze me and cast a halo around our evening was that ever since we'd met, we'd been thinking along the same lines, and when we feared we weren't or felt we were wrong-footing each other, it was simply because we had learned not to trust that anyone could possibly think and behave the way we did, which was why I was so diffident with him and mistrusted every impulse in myself and couldn't have been happier when I saw how easily we'd shed some of our screens.”
― André Aciman, Find Me