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Uno no se queda necesariamente con su alma gemela, pero muy buena cosa es conocerla.

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“La clave para saber estar solo es tener un mundo interior y cultivarlo” - “The secret to being alone is to have an inner world and cultivate it”.

Yo

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“Por cuanto hice y por cuanto dije que no traten de encontrar quién era yo. Un obstáculo se alzaba y transformaba mis acciones y mi modo de vivir. Un obstáculo se alzaba y me detenía muchas veces cuando iba a hablar. Mis acciones más inobservadas y mis escritos más ocultos -sólo por allí me entenderán. Mas acaso no vale la pena gastar tanta atención y tanto esfuerzo para conocerme. Más tarde -en la sociedad más perfecta- algún otro, hecho como yo, ciertamente surgirá y actuará libremente.”

— Cavafis

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“Keep Ithaka always in mind. Arriving there is what you’re destined for. But don’t hurry the journey at all. Better if it goes on for years so you’re old by the time you reach the island, wealthy with all you’re gained on the way, not expecting Ithaka to make you rich… And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you. Wise as you’ll have become, and so experienced, you’ll have understood by then what an Ithaka means.”

— C.P. Cavafy, “Ithaka,” from Selected Poems (translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)

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Desde las nueve

Doce y media. Rápidamente el tiempo

pasó desde las nueve, cuando encendí mi lámpara

y me senté aquí. Estoy sentado

sin hablar o leer. ¿A quién podría hablar

en la casa desierta?

La imagen de mi cuerpo joven,

cuando encendí mi lámpara a las nueve,

vino a mi encuentro despertando

un perfume de cámaras cerradas

y pasado placer. ¡Qué audaz placer!

También trajo a mis ojos

calles ahora no reconocibles,

lugares de otro tiempo donde la vida ardió,

viejos teatros o cafés difuntos.

La imagen de mi cuerpo joven vino

y me trajo también memorias tristes:

las penas familiares, los adioses,

los sentimientos de los míos,

los sentimientos de los muertos

apenas atendidos.

Doce y media. Cómo pasan las horas.

Doce y media. Cómo pasan los años.

• Constantino Cavafis

Versión de José Ángel Valente

• Katrien de Blauwer

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And even if you cannot make your life the way you want it, this much, at least, try to do: don’t cheapen it with too much intercourse with society, with too much movement and conversation.

— C.P. Cavafy, tr. by Daniel Mendelsohn, from “As Much as You Can,”

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Y si no puedes hacer tu vida como la quieres, esfuérzate en esto al menos cuanto puedas: no la envilezcas en el contacto excesivo con la gente, en demasiados trajines y conversaciones.

No la envilezcas llevándola, trayéndola a menudo y exponiéndola a la torpeza cotidiana de las compañías y las relaciones, hasta que llegue a ser pesada como una extraña.

Cuanto puedas - Konstantinos Kavafis Versión de Miguel Castillo Didier

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“Hoy llueve mucho, mucho, y pareciera que están lavando el mundo.”

— Juan Gelman

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“…y me cuesta escribir la palabra amor porque el amor es una cosa y la palabra amor es otra cosa y sólo el alma sabe dónde las dos se encuentran y cuándo y cómo pero el alma qué puede explicar”

— Juan Gelman

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Te besaría toda la vida.

Yo

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“If he loved you, then why in hell did he permit you to come to Atlanta to get the tax money? Before I let a woman I love do that, I’d-” “He didn’t know! He had no idea that I-” “Doesn’t occur to you that he should have known?” There was barely suppressed savagery in his voice. “Loving you as you say he does, he should have known just what you would do when you were desperate. He should have killed you rather than let you come up here – and to me, of all people! God in Heaven!” “But he didn’t know!” “If he didn’t guess it without being told, he’ll never know anything about you and your precious mind.”

— Gone With The Wind

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I said your stupid Ashley. Gentleman all—what do they know about women? What did they know about you? I know you. —Rhett Butler

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“I loved you but I couldn’t let you know it. You’re so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.”

— Gone With the Wind, Margaret Mitchell

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““She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.””

— ‘Gone With The Wind’ by Margaret Mitchell

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“Whereas, we could have been perfectly happy if you had ever given us half a chance, for we are so much alike. We are both scoundrels, Scarlett, and nothing is beyond us when we want something. We could have been happy, for I loved you and I know you, Scarlett, down to your bones, in a way that Ashley could never know you. And he would despise you if he did know…But no, you must go mooning all your life after a man you cannot understand.”

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Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

DEAD. This book is the death of me.