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I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word.
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. Page 41.
We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still too close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic - now mercifully stilled, thank God - might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion, as it had been before.
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. Page 7.
DE ESAS TRES COSAS
Dame tregua, tiempo, dame tregua,
no me apresures a pensarpasa más lento.
Detén un poco tu paso
y dame un respiro...
no me apures, no quiero perder
espacios ni silencios.
Dame tregua, tiempo, dame tregua,
se me vienen los años
y aĂşn me falta escribir un libro,
tener un hijo... tĂş sabes,
de esas tres cosas...
solo el árbol me creció,
el libro ya está en camino,
para el hijo falta el amor.
— Teresa Aburto Uribe.
THE SOUL-BELL
Fast the sand of life is falling,
Fast her latest sigh exhaling,
Fast, fast, is she dying.
With death’s chills her limbs are shivering,
With death’s gasp the lips are quivering,
Fast her soul away is flying.
O’er the mountain-top it fleeteth,
And the skyey wonders greeteth,
Singing loud as stars it meeteth
On its way.
Hark! the sullen Soul-bell tolling,
Hollowly in echoes rolling,
Seems to say –
“She will open her eyes – oh, never!
Quenched their dark light – gone for ever!
She is dead.”
— William Harrison Ainsworth.
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TROPES MASTERPOST
• Wife protects husband
• Choosing to love the world
• Destroying the thing you sought...
• Assured facing violence, tense facing softness
• Unrequited love
• Pining
• Doomed by the narrative
• Immortal character wants to die
• Friends become bitter enemies
• A shot at love
• Young character shouldering burden
• “All for you”
• Twincest
• Kindness in a cruel world
“Beauty is as much attitude as face and form.”
— Nacoya to Mara Acoma. Chapter 12, Daughter of the Empire.
CARRION CROW
— William Harrison Ainsworth.
A LILIANA JALIF
Te doy, en este papel,
un pedazo del ser que me pertenece,
un poco
un poco del sol que me alumbra a diario,
un poco de Dios que me fortalece.
Te doy, en este papel,
insignificante espacio de inspiraciones,
un poco de mis tardes tan solitarias,
un poco de mi risa que existe siempre.
un poco de silencio poblado de locuras,
un poco de mi pasado y de mi presente.
Te doy, en este papel,
un poco de mis ganas de andar la vida,
un poco del calor de un verano sureño,
un poco de cordillera, de PacĂfico y nieve.
En fin, te doy un poco de todo lo que soy,
porque soy esto que vea a diario,
con el Sur prendido entre los labios,
con las palabras como Ăşnico puente.
Con un Ăşnico tesoro, esta poesĂa
que se abre para vos en este instante
para hacer de la amistad un estandarte
para agradecer esta oportunidad
que nos dio la via.
— Teresa Aburto Uribe.
FIRE AND ICE
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
— Robert Frost.
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ACASO FUE LA TARDE
Acaso fue la tarde la que escondiĂł en su penumbra el sentimiento y lo durmiĂł.
Acaso fue el cansancio el que envolvió tanta ternura en un colchón de sueños y lo durmió.
Acaso fue el silencio el que atrapĂł al corazĂłn en un vacĂo sin ruidos y lo durmiĂł.
Acaso fue el tiempo el que frenĂł los impulsos en un espacio sin formas y lo durmiĂł.
Acaso fui yo quien invitó a "mà todo" a aplacar la tormenta y lo durmió. — Teresa Aburto Uribe
He was hoping his father had not noticed he was afraid when Tam said, “Remember the flame, lad, and the void.”
It was an odd thing Tam had taught him. Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything.
— Tam al'Thor to Rand al'Thor. Chapter 1, The Eye of the World (The Wheel of Time). Robert Jordan.
HOPE
Our lives, discoloured with our present woes,
May still grow white and shine with happier hours.
So the pure limped stream, when foul with stains
Of rushing torrents and descending rains,
Works itself clear, and as it runs refines,
till by degrees the floating mirror shines;
Reflects each flower that on the border grows,
And a new heaven in it's fair bosom shows.
— Joseph Addison
EPĂŤLOGOS
Que falta nesta cidade?................Verdade
Que mais por sua desonra?...........Honra
Falta mais que se lhe ponha..........Vergonha.
O demo a viver se exponha,
Por mais que a fama a exalta,
numa cidade, onde falta
Verdade, Honra, Vergonha.
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FLOWERS
[...]
Hum, I didn't wanna leave you
I didn't wanna lie
Started to cry, but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don't understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
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