"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear."

—  “The Body” From Different Seasons
Stephen King

Give me hope in silence / It's easier; It's kinder / Tell me not of heartbreak / It plagues my soul, plagues my soul / We will meet back on this road / Nothing gaining, truth be told / But I am not the enemy it isn't me, the enemy / But I came and I was nothing / And time will give us nothing / So why did you choose to lean on A man you knew was falling? / Give me hope in silence / It's easier; It's kinder / Tell me not of heartbreak / It plagues my soul, plagues my soul / And bury me beside you / I have no hope / In solitude / And the world will follow / To the earth down below / But I came and I was nothing / And time will give us nothing / So why did you choose to lean on A man you knew was falling?

The Enemy
Mumford & Sons

Recordando.

"No es tu sexo lo que en tu sexo busco sino ensuciar tu alma."

Fragmento de Diario de un seductor

Leopoldo María Panero

“Mi único tema es lo que ya no está
y mi obsesión se llama lo perdido.”

—	Fragmento de Contraelegía, José Emilio Pacheco

"I restore myself when I’m alone"

 Marilyn Monroe

Quisiera estar contigo

en este pequeño apocalipsis.

F

"I am better at dry sadness than at cold anger, for I remained dry eyed until now, as dry as smoked fish, but my heart is a kind of dirty soft custard inside.

[…]

I am not sad. Rather stunned, very far away fro myself, not really believing you are now so far, so far, you so near. I want to tell you only two things before leaving, and then I’ll not speak about it any more, I promise. First, I hope so much, I want and need so much to see you again, some day. But, remember, please, I shall never more ask to see you — not from any pride since I have none with you, as you know, but our meeting will mean something only when you wish it. So, I’ll wait. When you’ll wish it, just tell. I shall not assume that you love me anew, not even that you have to sleep with me, and we have not to stay together such a long time — just as you feel, and when you feel. But know that i’ll always long for your asking me. No, I cannot think that I shall not see you again. I have lost your love and it was (it is) painful, but shall not lose you. Anyhow, you have me so much, Nelson, what you gave me meant so much, that you could never take it back. And then your tenderness and friendship were so precious to me that I can still feel warm and happy and harshly grateful when I look at you inside me. I do hope this tenderness and friendship will never, never desert me. As for me, it is baffling to say so and I feel ashamed, but it is the only true truth: I just love as much as I did when I landed into your disappointed arms, that means with my whole self and all my dirty heart; I cannot do less. But that will not bother you, honey, and don’t make writing letters of any kind a duty, just write when you feel like it, knowing every time it will make me very happy.

Well, all words seem silly. You seem so near, so near, let me come near to you, too. And let me, as in the past times, let me be in my own heart forever.

Your own Simone"

Simone de Beauvoir’s letter to Nelson Algren (•)

“El tiempo transcurrido nos arrincona; nos parece
que lo que quedó atrás tiene más realidad
para reducir el presente a un interesante precipicio.”

Fragmento de Envejecer, Silvina Ocampo 

2

"Vos y yo sabíamos

o al menos deberíamos haberlo sabido
que aquel día
intercambiamos fantasmas."

— Fragmento de Fantasmas, Jorge Santkovsky

1

te quiero pero
no sé qué hacer,
los hombres heridos
son peligrosos.”

—	El pozo, Marina Gersberg

Ser funcional me agota.

No soy yo.

Quiero soñar contigo.

“La pasión más fuerte
de mi vida
ha sido el miedo.”

Fragmento de El origen de la acción, Mirta Rosenberg

Ven.