Carlos

“Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Songs can be incredibly prophetic, like subconscious warnings or messages to myself, but I often don't know what I'm trying to say till years later. Or a prediction comes true and I couldn't do anything to stop it, so it seems like a kind of useless magic.”
― Florence Welch, Useless Magic: Lyrics and Poetry

“You were the one, I wanted most to stay.

But time could not be kept at bay.

The more it goes, the more it's gone, the more it takes away.”
― Lang Leav