Beautiful beautiful beautiful, I have everything I want. I have the fire of constellations extinct for millennia. And the very brief risk - what was it? It's gone - from so many shooting stars. The dawn is gone, And I keep the purest tears of dawn. Day comes, and day in. I still have the big secret of the night. Beautiful beautiful beautiful, I have everything I want. I don't want ecstasy or torments. I don't want what the earth only gives with work. The gifts of angels are useless: Angels do not understand men. I don't wanna love, I don't wanna be loved. I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna be a soldier. "I want the delight of being able to feel the simplest things." Manuel Flag

"And one day men will find that these flying saucers were just studying the lives of insects ..." - Mario Quintana

Poetic Morning darkening Late afternoon Late nightfall At night I burn. To the west the death Against whom I live Captive south This is my north. Others that contain Step by step: I die yesterday I am born tomorrow And where there is space: - My time is when. Vinicius de Moraes

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"If you come at four in the afternoon, since three o'clock I will begin to be happy." - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

"She asked him in one of those days if it was true, as the songs said, that love could do everything." "It is true," he replied, "but you'd better not believe it.

Particularities Often, alone, I analyze myself and study, my tastes criminal and I seek, in vain twist them; it is incredible the passion that absorbs me for everything that is silky, soft to the touch: the coma ... The hairs ... I love the moonlit nights because they are velvet, I delight when, perhaps, I feel, for my fragile limbs , on my naked body in subtle caresses, roll my hair. By the cold season, which to the most bristling beings, repeated spasms, my suede gloves, the good ones, the pelica ... My tact extends to all senses; I'm all languor, drowsiness, sloth, I stare at carpets outstretched. Gilka Machado

Reminder If you search well you end up finding. Not the (dubious) explanation of life, but the (inexplicable) poetry of life. Carlos Drummond de Andrade

The world is big and it fits in this window over the sea. The sea is large and fits in bed and on the mattress to love. Love is great and fits in the brief space of kissing. Carlos Drummond de Andrade

"Each one knows how to love in his own way, the way does not matter, the essential thing is to know how to love." (Machado de Assis)

I want only five things ... First is love without end The second is to see autumn The third is the severe winter Fourth summer The fifth thing is your eyes I do not want to sleep without your eyes. I do not want to be without you looking at me. I give up spring for you to continue looking at me. Pablo Neruda