(Lope de Vega - Soneto 126)

Desmayarse, atreverse, estar furioso,

áspero, tierno, liberal, esquivo,

alentado, mortal, difunto, vivo,

leal, traidor, cobarde y animoso;

no hallar fuera del bien centro y reposo,

mostrarse alegre, triste, humilde, altivo,

enojado, valiente, fugitivo,

satisfecho, ofendido, receloso;

huir el rostro al claro desengaño,

beber veneno por licor suave,

olvidar el provecho, amar el daño;

creer que un cielo en un infierno cabe,

dar la vida y el alma a un desengaño;

esto es amor, quien lo probó lo sabe.

Damn #2 (Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer - Rima XXX)

Asomaba a sus ojos una lágrima

y a mi labio una frase de perdón;

habló el orgullo y se enjugó su llanto

y la frase en mis labios expiró.

Yo voy por un camino, ella por otro;

pero al pensar en nuestro mutuo amor,

yo digo aún: "¿Por qué callé aquel día?"

Y ella dirá: "¿Por qué no lloré yo?"

Beautiful sentence #2

Aaron, I can imagine no way in which this thing could be considered anywhere remotely close to safe.

Abe, in Primer.

Distance #5 (Weezer - Across the sea)

You are 18 year old girl

Who live in small city of Japan

And you heard me on the radio

About one year ago

And you wanted to know

All about me and my hobbies

My favorite food and my birthday 

Why are you so far away from me?

I need help and you're way across the sea

I could never touch you

I think it would be wrong

I've got your letter

You've got my song 

They don't make stationery like this where I'm from

So fragile, so refined

So I sniff and I lick your envelope

And fall to little pieces every time

I wonder what clothes you wear to school

I wonder how you decorate your room

I wonder how you touch yourself

And curse myself for being across the sea 

Why are you so far away from me?

I need help and you're way across the sea

I could never touch you

I think it would be wrong

I've got your letter

You've got my song 

At 10 I shaved my head and tried to be a monk

I thought the older women would like me if I did

You see, ma, I'm a good little boy

It's all your fault, momma, it's all your fault

Goddamn, this business is really lame

I gotta live on an island to find the juice

So you send me your love from all around the world

As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams

Oh how I need a hand in mine, to feel 

Why are you so far away from me?

Why are you so far away from me?

I could never touch you

I think it would be wrong

I've got your letter

You've got my song

I've got your letter

You've got my song

Observación #6

The problem with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and putting things in it.

Terry Pratchet, in Diggers.