David Espinosa

“¿Qué podemos decir que sea cierto, de la poesía? Pues que ahí está. En el acorde de dos notas que hechizan e impiden escuchar el resto de la música, en la imprecisa tensión de dos colores que se tocan, en la línea que contornea una forma, acariciándola; en la sencilla frase leída que captura algo de nosotros, por un instante nos ata y nos deja como cualquier amante; y también en la ternura del sol que cae como un gigante cansado en los ocasos, en la magnificencia de una abeja sobre un pétalo, en la caricia del agua cayendo sobre la piel de un cuerpo amado, en la opacidad de la vieja tetera de la abuela, en el aroma de nuestras vidas depositado en los armarios; o en el leve giro de una mirada que embruja y nos deja a punto de caer en el amor; y en todas las cosas que en amor o en dolor, amargura o gozo, vienen a nosotros tocadas por el encanto de lo que simplemente es bello: la poesía está”
― Fernando Molano Vargas, Vista desde una acera

“Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

“We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass, the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows, the same redbreasts that we used to call ‘God’s birds’ because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?”
― George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss

“It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands . . . They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God