Virtutes & Vitia

I am not merely described by the letters in my name, but by the verses in my poetry. Do not try to guide me, maybe I won't follow you. Do not try to follow me, maybe I won't guide you. Walk beside me, and you can be another friend. All original writings are protected by Copyright Law © 2010-2011 Virtutes&Virtia THE ONLY REAL VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY CONSISTS NOT IN SEEKING NEW LANDSCAPES BUT IN HAVING NEW EYES. - Marcel Proust

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You will find meaning in life only if you create it. It is not lying there somewhere behind the bushes, so you can go and you search a little bit and find it. It is not there like a rock that you will find. It is a poetry to be composed, it is a song to be sung, it is a dance to be danced.

―  OSHO

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"I'm not looking for love in Places if here and there you cannot see me if Time is the only one to find us wherever my thoughts are in 

And even if you're no longer in  Life is just another tense where you can still be with me" - Virtutes&Vitia

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I’ve always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I’m not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Soif d'un baiser (Thirst for a kiss)

Comme une ville qui s'allume  Et que le vent vient embraser,  Tout mon coeur brûle et se consume,  J'ai soif, oh ! j'ai soif d'un baiser.

Baiser multiplié que l'homme  Ne pourra jamais épuiser,  O toi, que tout mon être nomme,  J'ai soif, oui d'un baiser.

Baiser d'amour qui règne et sonne  Au coeur battant à se briser,  Qu'il se refuse ou qu'il donne  Je veux mourir de ce baiser.

Baiser de la bouche et des lèvres  Où notre amour vient se poser,  Pleins de délices et de fièvres,  Ah ! j'ai soif d'un baiser !

Fruit doux où la lèvre s'amuse,  Beau fruit qui rit de s'écraser,  Qu'il se donne ou qu'il se refuse,  Je veux vivre pour ce baiser.

Like a city that lights And wind that comes ablaze, All my heart burns and consumes itself, I'm thirsty, oh! I'm thirst for a kiss.

Multiplied kiss that man  Can never exhaust, O thou that my whole being calls, I'm thirsty, yes for a kiss.

Kiss of love that reigns and sounds In the beating heart to break, That refuses or that gives I want to die of that kiss.

Kiss of mouth and lips When our love comes to rest, Full of joys and fevers, Ah! I'm thirst for a kiss!

Sweet fruit that enjoys the lips, Beautiful fruit that laughs to crash, That gives or that refuses, I want to live for that kiss.

Germain Nouveau translated by Virtutes&Vitia  

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I cannot be known by Paul Eluard

I cannot be known Better than you know me 

Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man's gleam A better fate than for the common nights 

Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth 

In your eyes who reveal to us Our endless solitude 

Are no longer what they thought themselves to be 

You cannot be known Better than I know you.

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El Futuro (The Future)

Y sé muy bien que no estarás. No estarás en la calle, en el murmullo que brota de noche de los postes de alumbrado, ni en el gesto  de elegir el menú, ni en la sonrisa  que alivia los completos en los subtes, ni en los libros prestados ni en el hasta mañana.

No estarás en mis sueños, en el destino original de mis palabras, ni en una cifra telefónica estarás o en el color de un par de guantes o una blusa. Me enojaré, amor mío, sin que sea por ti, y compraré bombones pero no para ti, me pararé en la esquina a la que no vendrás, y diré las palabras que se dicen y comeré las cosas que se comen y soñaré los sueños que se sueñan y sé muy bien que no estarás, ni aquí adentro, la cárcel donde aún te retengo,  ni allí fuera, este río de calles y de puentes. No estarás para nada, no serás ni recuerdo, y cuando piense en ti pensaré un pensamiento que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti.

And I know you won't be. You won't be on the street, on the whisper that comes at night  from light poles, or on the gesture of choosing the menu, or on the smile that relieves completely in subways, or on borrowed books or on up tomorrow.

You won't be in my dreams, in the original destination of my words, or in a telephone number you will be or in the color of a pair of gloves or a blouse. I'll  anger, my love, but not about you, and I'll buy chocolates but not for you, I'll stop at the corner that you won't come, and I'll say the words that have to be spoken and I'll eat things that have to be eaten and I'll dream the dreams that have to be dreamed and I know very well you won't be, not in here, the prison where I still keep you, not out there, this river of streets and bridges. You won't be for nothing, you won't be even a memory, and when I think of you I'll think a thought that is dimly remembering you.

Julio Cortázar translated by Virtutes&Vitia 

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Books are still the only place in house where you can yet rest easy.

Julio Cortázar translated by Virtutes&Vitia 

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When You are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

William Butler Yeats

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I'm unable to tell from this path  what every moment could give, but if one ask me what I did I'll be honest in answering: 'I loved'

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More important than celebrate is to remember with longing

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Some day, some day

Some day, some day O troubled breast, Shalt thou find rest. If Love in thee To grief give birth, Six feet of earth Can more than he; There calm and free And unoppressed Shalt thou find rest. The unattained In life at last, When life is passed Shall all be gained; And no more pained, No more distressed, Shalt thou find rest.

by Cristóbal de Castillejo translated by H.W. Longfellow 

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Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eyes by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.

Robert Herrick 

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Each generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.

George Orwell

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WHEN I LEFT MYSELF IN YOU, you were thought, something whispers between us: from world the first of the last wings, grows in me the skin over stormy mouth, you do not come to you.

Paul Celan translated by Virtutes&Vitia