harto

pues eso

No te quiero sino porque te quiero

No te quiero sino porque te quiero
y de quererte a no quererte llego
y de esperarte cuando no te espero
pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego.

Te quiero sólo porque a ti te quiero,
te odio sin fin, y odiándote te ruego,
y la medida de mi amor viajero
es no verte y amarte como un ciego.

Tal vez consumirá la luz de enero,
su rayo cruel, mi corazón entero,
robándome la llave del sosiego.

En esta historia sólo yo me muero
y moriré de amor porque te quiero,
porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego.

Pablo Neruda.

¿te importa que baje las cortinas?

no, al contrario. entra demasiada luz.


Suave es la noche

F. Scott Fitzgerald

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
for all the day they view things unrespected;
but when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
and darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.

Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
how would thy shadow's form form happy show
to the clear day with thy much clearer light,
when to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!

How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
by looking on thee in the living day,
when in dead night thy fair imperfect shade.
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
and nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Sonnet 43.

William Shakespeare

you can never be too happy.

you will be reminded of what you once were, what you still are.

D’après je ne sais quelle idée prise dans quelque récit de la bonne société, telle que l’avait vue le vieux chirurgien-major, dès qu’on se taisait dans un lieu où il se trouvait avec une femme, Julien se sentait humilié, comme si ce silence eût été son tort particulier. Cette sensation était cent fois plus pénible dans le tête-à-tête. Son imagination remplie des notions les plus exagérées, les plus espagnoles, sur ce qu'un homme doit dire, quand il est seul avec une femme, ne lui offrait dans son trouble que des idées inadmissibles. Son âme était dans les nues, et cependant il ne pouvait sortir du silence le plus humiliant. Ainsi son air sévère, pendant ses longues promenades avec Mme de Rênal et les enfants, était augmenté par les souffrances les plus cruelles. Il se méprisait horriblement. Si par malheur il se forçait à parler, il lui arrivait de dire les choses les plus ridicules. Pour comble de misère, il voyait et s’exagérait son absurdité; mais ce qu’il ne voyait pas, c’était l’expression de ses yeux ; ils étaient si beaux et annonçaient une âme si ardente, que, semblables aux bons acteurs, ils donnaient quelquefois un sens charmant à ce qui n’en avait pas.

Le Rouge et le Noir.

Stendhal.

it was the best butter, you know.

The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, `Why is a raven like a writing-desk?'

`Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. `I'm glad they've begun asking riddles.--I believe I can guess that,' she added aloud.

`Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?' said the March Hare.

`Exactly so,' said Alice.

`Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on.

`I do,' Alice hastily replied; `at least--at least I mean what I say--that's the same thing, you know.'

`Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see"!'

`You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, `that "I like what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!'

`You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, `that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!'

`It is the same thing with you,' said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, which wasn't much.

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. `What day of the month is it?' he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.

Alice considered a little, and then said `The fourth.'

`Two days wrong!' sighed the Hatter. `I told you butter wouldn't suit the works!' he added looking angrily at the March Hare.

`It was the best butter,' the March Hare meekly replied.

`Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,' the Hatter grumbled: `you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife.'

The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, `It was the best butter, you know.'

Alice's adventures in wonderland

Lewis Carroll