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— Caio Fernando Abreu.

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Soneto XXIV
Amor, amor, las nubes a la torre del cielo subieron como triunfantes lavanderas, y todo ardió en azul, todo fue estrella: el mar, la nave, el día se desterraron juntos. Ven a ver los cerezos del agua constelada y la clave redonda del rápido universo, ven a tocar el fuego del azul instantáneo, ven antes de que sus pétalos se consuman. No hay aquí sino luz, cantidades, racimos, espacio abierto por las virtudes del viento hasta entregar los últimos secretos de la espuma. Y entre tantos azules celestes, sumergidos, se pierden nuestros ojos adivinando apenas los poderes del aire, las llaves submarinas.
Pablo Neruda (Cien sonetos de amor)
“Eu é que tenho mania de – uns chamam de dom, outros de doença psíquica, eu gosto de conceber isso como um estilo de vida – romancear tudo.”
— Gabito Nunes