E non saremo domani quelli che fummo né quelli che siamo.
Ovidio
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E non saremo domani quelli che fummo né quelli che siamo.
Ovidio
Notte

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Manuel Orazi, Illustrations for Ovide, Lettres d'Amoureuses, Les Héroïdes, 1919
Scythians at the tomb of Ovid (c. 1640) by Johann Heinrich Schönfeld. Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest.
Entonces fue cuando te vi, entonces comencé a darme cuenta de quién eras. Aquél fue el principio de perder yo la cabeza. Tan pronto como te vi, me perdÃ. Y ardà con fuegos desconocidos, como arde una tea de pino en presencia de los grandes dioses. Tú eras hermoso y mis destinos a ti me arrastraban. Tus ojos me habÃan robado los mÃos. ¡Y te diste cuenta de ello, traidor! ¿Pues quién es capaz de ocultar su amor? La llama se deja ver, traicionada por sus indicios.
Ovidio, Cartas de las heroÃnas
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From: Publius Ovidius Naso, (43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.), Metamorphosĕon libri XV, [manuscript written in a Bari variant of the Beneventan script], 1000-1200 [Biblioteca Nazionale di Napoli, Napoli. Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.]
"Ofrecer amistad al que pide amor es como dar pan al que muere de sed".
~ Publio Ovidio Nasón.