“No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, Watches beside me in this windy place.” ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.
~ Hilaire Belloc
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
“Te amo como se aman ciertas cosa oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
(I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.)”
― Pablo Neruda