Robert Doisneau

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year-

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

e.e.cummings

René Magritte, "Love is Blind"

Alma gémea

Uma alma gémea é alguém em cujas fechaduras as nossas chaves servem e que possui chaves para as nossas fechaduras. Quando nos sentimos suficientemente seguros para abrir as nossas fechaduras, os nossos eus mais verdadeiros saem e podemos ser completa e honestamente quem somos; podemos ser amados pelo que somos e não pelo que fingimos ser. Cada um revela a melhor parte do outro. Haja o que houver de mau à nossa volta, com essa pessoa estamos seguros do nosso paraíso. A nossa alma gémea é alguém que partilha os nossos mais profundos anseios, o nosso sentido de direcção. Se formos dois balões e a nossa direcção for para cima, tudo indica que encontrámos a pessoa certa. A nossa alma gémea é aquela que faz a vida voltar à vida.

Richard Bach, in "A Ponte para a Eternidade"

Sonnet 43

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“Para onde fugir? Tu enches o mundo. Não posso fugir de ti senão em ti.”

Marguerite Yourcenar

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden