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"He begins to envisage the possibility, hitherto beyond all hope, of starting to lead belatedly a wholly different life."
L'amour est un exemple frappant du peu qu'est la realité pour nous. Proust
M'illumino d'Immenso
«Cielo e Mare», Giuseppe Ungaretti.
William Blake's Tiriel
Ivan Fyodorovich and the Devil.
¡No te apartes, dulcísimo homicida!
Los áspides de Cleopatra de Francisco de Rojas Zorrilla
Fernando Piamonti, Feria de Arte EGGO del Centro Cultural Recoleta (stand 37, Galería Álvaro Castagnino).
Éste lo vi hoy. Desconozco el nombre de la obra.
«El jardín de las delicias», tríptico de Ana Méndez, artista uruguaya. Una de esas obras que uno ve en una galería una vez y con la cual uno teme no volver a encontrarse nunca más.
Plus rien n'est triste, plus rien n'est grave Si j'ai ton corps comme un torrent de lave.
Paradise. Gustave Doré.
Veni Carthaginem, et circumstrepebat me undique sartago flagitiosorum amorum. Nondum amabam, et amare amabam, et secretiore indigentia oderam me minus indigentem. Quærebam quid amarem, amans amare, et oderam securitatem et viam sine muscipulis, quoniam fames mihi erat intus ab interiore cibo, te ipso, Deus meus, et ea fame non esuriebam, sed eram sine desiderio alimentorum incorruptibilium, non quia planus eis eram, sed quo insanior, fastidiosior. Et ideo non bene valebat anima mea, et ulcerosa proiciebat se foras, miserabiliter scalpi avida contactu sensibilium. Sed si non haberent animam, non utique amarentur. Amare et amari dulce mihi erat, magis si et amantis corpore fruerer. Venam igitur amicitiæ coinquinabam sordibus concupiscentiæ, candoremque eius obnubilabam de tartaro libidinis, et tamen fœdus atque inhonestus, elegans et urbanus esse gestiebam abundanti vanitate. Rui etiam in amorem, quo cupiebam capi. Deus meus, misericordia mea, quanto felle mihi suavitatem illam et quam bonus aspersisti, quia et amatus sum, et perveni ad vinculum fruendi et conligabar lætus ærumnosis nexibus, ut cæderer virgis ferreis ardentibus zeli et suspicionum et timorum et irarum atque rixarum.
Liber III, caput I, Confessiones Sancti Augustini
Tristán Narvaja, Montevideo, Uruguay
Alors brûle Brûle quand tu t'enlises dans mon grand lit de glace Mon lit comme une banquise qui fond quand tu m'enlaces Plus rien n'est triste, plus rien n'est grave Si j'ai ton corps comme un torrent de lave
Les Chansons d'amour
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
—The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot