Parfum meditativ

Ferminei Daza i-a fost de ajuns să vadă zâmbetul şăgalnic al verişoarei pentru ca în inima ei să reînvie amintirea parfumului meditativ al cameliilor albe, chiar mai înainte de a rupe cu dinţii sigiliul de ceară roşie şi de a se cufunda în băltoaca de lacrimi a celor unsprezece telegrame nesăbuite, care au ţinut-o trează până în zori.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez – Dragoste în vremea holerei

P.S. Este primul ego aici. M-a pocnit din nou Dragostea în vremea holerei.

I didn’t know…

I was alone thinking I was just fine,
I wasn’t looking for anyone to be mine
I thought that love was just a fabrication,
A train that wouldn’t stop at my station
Home, alone, that was my consignment,
Solitary, confinement
So when we met, I was getting around you,
I didn’t know I was looking for love until I found you.

‘Cuz there you stood, and I would,
Oh I wonder, could I say how I felt and not be misunderstood?
A thousand stars came into my system,
I never knew how much I have missed them.
Slap, on the lap, of my heart you landed,
I was coy, but you made me candid,
And now the planets circle around you,
I didn’t know I was looking for love until I found you.

I didn’t know I was looking for love until I found you
I didn’t know I was looking for love until I found you
I didn’t know I was looking for love
I didn’t know I was looking for love

So we build from here with love the foundation
In the world of tears, one constelation
Now you’re here and there’s a full brass band
Playing in me like a wonderland
But if you left I would be two foot small
And every tear would be a waterfall
Soundless, boundless, I surround you
I didn’t know I was looking for love until I found you.

I just didn’t know.

In the Time of Cholera

Love in the Time of  Cholera…

“The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.”

“He is ugly and sad… but he is all love.”

“Be calm. God awaits you at the door. “

“Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”

“There is no greater glory than to die for love.”

“It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself. “

“Last two lines of Love in the Time of Cholera: Florentina Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days and nights. ‘Forever,’ he said.”