Algún Día

“Nunca sabes el momento preciso cuando empiezas a querer a alguien, solo tienes esa sensación de mirar a sus ojos y saber que darías todo por seguir a su lado, que quieres seguir viendo esos ojitos por el resto de tu vida.”

“Helen is not of Troy and not of Sparta. She does not live in the towers of burning Ilium, or the ruined palaces of once-great Greece– No, she is found between the folds of history over and over and over again. Blamed and de-famed and cruelly scorned, She is every woman who bears the burden of the faults of men and gods. She is all of us– History repeating itself, maybe to punish maybe to teach maybe to remind But it does not matter– Whatever might be the ill-taught lesson, the shouts of the imprisoned and deprived are forever lost in the clanging of weapons, false pride and forgotten women. Sing, o goddess, the rage of Helen –which launched not a thousand ships but was stifled and silenced by a war fought wrongly in her honour.”

“I’ve peered at the congregation of the nightly stars — bright powerful creatures blazing in air, the ones that bring summer, the ones that bring winter, the ones that die out, the ones that rise up—”

I loved the smell of ocean water. Salt always smells like memory.

θερμὴν ἐπὶ ψυχροῖσι καρδίαν ἔχεις. - Your heart is warm for things gone cold.