Neruda, Borges, and the magic of Latin verse.
At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon
— Federico Garcia Lorca
"At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon"
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches
"Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches"
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition
— Octavio Paz
"Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition"
What we call love is a journey through water and stars, through suffocating air
"What we call love is a journey through water and stars, through suffocating air"
"If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excel..."
To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to…
"To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ear..."
Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has love…
— Derek Walcott
"Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life"
"To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can br..."
Deserve your dream
"Deserve your dream"
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is…
"Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that ..."
"The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your ..."
Visual surprise is natural in the Caribbean; it comes with the landscape
"Visual surprise is natural in the Caribbean; it comes with the landscape"
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