#bécquer

[gazpachito95]

This is a post about Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer!

19th century Spanish poet

Certified hottie

Wrote about romance, death and spooky things

Every Spanish classic lit. nerd and their aunt has had a crush on him at some point

Died of tuberculosis (like a good romantic)

Has been dead for 155 slutty slutty years and is still receiving love letters in his tombstone

One of Becquer's most important works is his poetry. Although there are some translations out there, the truth is that, in general, it is awfully difficult to translate poetry to other languages while preserving the quality of the work. So, if you had been planning to learn Spanish for some time but never found the motivation, now you have a very compelling reason to do so! :D

The good news is that he also wrote prose! His most famous story is "The Spirits' Mountain" (or "The Mount of the Souls", according to other translations). This short 'legend' tells the story of a beautiful woman named Beatrice who dares his cousin to go to the mountain in the middle of the night in order to recover a bond that she had lost there earlier that day (31st of October). Her cousin, Alonso, doesn't like the idea because he knows that dangerous spirits (and wolfs) roam the mountain during this night but ends up agreeing. And well...let's just say that things get spooky after that :)

So, in honor of spooky season, let's all give Bécquer some love! <3

[m00nlxv3r]

my dream blue rotation

[firefly-post]

Yo deliraba deprimido todo el día, y aún así ella me miraba con todo el amor que podía.

-Bécquer by Kase O

[absenceisaformofwinter]

POR UNA MIRADA (POEMA DE GUSTAVO ADOLFO BÉCQUER)

Por una mirada, un mundo;

por una sonrisa, un cielo;

por un beso… yo no sé

qué te diera por un beso.

GUSTAVO ADOLFO BÉCQUER RHYME 23 (For a glance, a world...)

For a glance, a world,

for a smile, a sky, for a kiss... I don't know what I'd give you for a kiss.

[abrojito]

~Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer~

[nuevarcadia]

“La soledad es imperio de la conciencia.” Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

[resolutacomas]

Rima 4 (XXXVIII)

¡Los suspiros son aire y van al aire!

¡Las lágrimas son agua y van al mar!

Dime, mujer: cuando el amor se olvida

¿sabes tú a dónde va?

— Adolfo Bécquer

[shimyereh]

Your balcony will have more dark-winged swallows —      But not the ones that learned our names. It’s true That honeysuckle still will fill the hollows      Of garden walls — but tears of morning dew Won’t shine so brightly there. And thus, it follows,      That though these scenes may form themselves anew In superficial analogue before you — You’ll never find another to adore you.

[Loosely adapted from Bécquer’s “Rima LIII” (Volverán las oscuras golondrinas…).]