Imagination

"The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?" -- Marquis De Sade

WHEN WE TWO PARTED

HEN we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this.




The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow--

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame:

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.




They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o'er me--

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:

Lond, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.




I secret we met--

I silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears.

George Gordon (Lord) Byron

She walks in beauty

HE walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.




One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.




And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

All I Need

I'm dying to catch my breath
Oh why don't i ever learn
I've lost all my trust though i've surely tried to
Turn it around

Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
When you hold me in your embrace

Don't tear me down
For all i need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe
Don't tear me down
You've opened the door now
Don't let it close

I'm here on the edge again
I wish I could let it go
I know that I'm only one step away
From turning around

Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
When you hold me in your embrace

Don't tear me down
For all i need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe
Don't tear it down
What's left of me
Make my heart a better place

I've tried many times but nothing was real
Make it fade away
Don't break me down
I want to believe that this is for real
Save me from my fear
Don't tear me down

Don't tear me down
For all i need
Make my heart a better place

Don't tear me down
For all i need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something i can believe
Don't tear it down
What's left of me
Make my heart a better place

Sigue...

Este va dedicado
al conejo rojo
que habita en mis sueños:

Muchacho...
tú pasaste
por mi camino
un día,
tus ojos me miraron
con profundo anhelar,
tus ojos en que vaga
la honda melancolía,
de la visión de un sueño
que se pierde
en el mar...
Tú también
has sentido
la nostalgia terrible
de un amor que se sueña
sin poderse lograr;
de un amor infinito
que por ser imposible,
pasará como un sueño
en tu peregrinar...
mas la senda
es muy larga
y tu existencia
empieza,
goza, tal vez mañana
te tocará sufrir
ahora es un pecado
que externes
tu tristeza...
¡ te queda todavía
tanto qué vivir !...
Sigue, pues caminante,
tu vida de estudiante,
sigue hilando ilusiones
de amor y de inquietud
peregrino de un sueño...
sigue más adelante,
no olvides
que muy pronto
se va la juventud...