Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore

Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir a una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto.Como si se pudiese elegir en el amor,
como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirás que la eligen porque-la-aman, yo creo que es al revés.
A Beatriz no se la elige, a Julieta no se la elige.
Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto.

How bitterly glad I am to see you. You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it won’t be for long.

The longing is a pain
A heavy pressure on my chest
It rarely leaves
My day becomes a quest
To try not to think about her
And all that she brings
Forget about her magic
All the beautiful things

Surely there are other
Things to life
But I can't think of
One single thing
That matters more
Than just to see her
Just to see her
Her smile, her touch
Her smell
Her laugh

The longing is a friend
A way to stay close
And feel like she's here
And feel like she knows
That when I say I would die for her
It's not just words; I really would
And to make the world a safer place for her
Well, I believe I really could

Surely there are other
Things to life
But I can't think of
One single thing
That matters more
Than just to see her
To see her
Her tears, her sorrow
Her faults
Her doubts

I love them all

Sometimes I feel so - I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going.

Ya no seré feliz. Tal vez no importa.

Hay tantas otras cosas en el mundo;

un instante cualquiera es más profundo

y diverso que el mar. La vida es corta

y aunque las horas son tan largas, una

oscura maravilla nos acecha,

la muerte, ese otro mar, esa otra flecha

que nos libra del sol y de la luna

y del amor. La dicha que me diste

y me quitaste debe ser borrada;

lo que era todo tiene que ser nada.

Sólo que me queda el goce de estar triste,

esa vana costumbre que me inclina

al Sur, a cierta puerta, a cierta esquina.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

¿No lo ves?

muerto estoy desde que te fuiste

Vivo contento con el corazón triste

Triste, triste, triste

Triste

¡Me Querés!

me lo das todo sin darme nada

Sigo atado a vos con el corazón triste

Triste, triste, triste, triste

Y tuvimos el amor más cálido que existió/ luego el amor más frío que se vio

Me destrozaré si es lo que quieres

pero después no me extrañes como te extraño yo

como te extraño yo

Me ahogaré en mis lágrimas si es lo que quieres

pero después no me llores como te lloro yo

como te lloro yo

Las cosas no son como quisimos

Las cosas no son como quisimos

como quisimos

Me ataré la lengua si es lo que quieres

pero después no te calles como me callo yo

como me callo yo

Las cosas no son como quisimos

Las cosas no son como quisimos

Me destrozaré si es lo que quieres...

en esta noche en este mundo
las palabras del sueño de la infancia de la muerte
nunca es eso lo que uno quiere decir
la lengua natal castra
la lengua es un órgano de conocimiento
del fracaso de todo poema
castrado por su propia lengua
que es el órgano de la re-creación
del re-conocimiento
pero no el de la resurrección
de algo a modo de negación
de mi horizonte de maldoror con su perro
y nada es promesa
entre lo decible
que equivale a mentir
(todo lo que se puede decir es mentira)
el resto es silencio
sólo que el silencio no existe

no
las palabras
no hacen el amor
hacen la ausencia
si digo agua ¿beberé?
si digo pan ¿comeré?
en esta noche en este mundo
extraordinario silencio el de esta noche
lo que pasa con el alma es que no se ve
lo que pasa con la mente es que no se ve
lo que pasa con el espíritu es que no se ve
¿de dónde viene esta conspiración de invisibilidades?
ninguna palabra es visible

My Love is always

just as she seems

A force of nature on her own to be reckoned with

whatever's wrong with me

her kiss redeems

And it's all there

In my dreams

In my Dreams

My Love is soaring

She glides through the sky

Hardly a warning, she takes my hand

Says open your eyes

we looked down on the earth

And all its schemes

We laugh and it's all there

In my dreams

In my dreams

We swoop down the lowly clouds

Destination unknown

And then she says, let's go home

My love is resting

Under a tree

She whispers softly in my ear

As she lay next to me

That was the funnest day

Her sad eyes beam

And it's all there

In my dreams

In my dreams

cuídate de mí amor mío

cuídate de la silenciosa en el desierto

de la viajera con el vaso vacío

y de la sombra de su sombra

Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Fear of not falling asleep.
Fear of the past rising up.
Fear of the present taking flight.
Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night.
Fear of electrical storms.
Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek!
Fear of dogs I've been told won't bite.
Fear of anxiety!
Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend.
Fear of running out of money.
Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this.
Fear of psychological profiles.
Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else.
Fear of my children's handwriting on envelopes.
Fear they'll die before I do, and I'll feel guilty.
Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine.
Fear of confusion.
Fear this day will end on an unhappy note.
Fear of waking up to find you gone.
Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough.
Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love.
Fear of death.
Fear of living too long.
Fear of death.

I've said that.

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

Though mild clear weather
Smile again on the shire of your esteem
And its colors come back, the storm has changed you:
You will not forget, ever,
The darkness blotting out hope, the gale
Prophesying your downfall.

You must live with your knowledge.
Way back, beyond, outside of you are others,
In moonless absences you never heard of,
Who have certainly heard of you,
Beings of unknown number and gender:
And they do not like you.

What have you done to them?
Nothing? Nothing is not an answer:
You will come to believe--how can you help it?--
That you did, you did do something;
You will find yourself wishing you could make them laugh,
You will long for their friendship.

There will be no peace.
Fight back, then, with such courage as you have
And every unchivalrous dodge you know of,
Clear in your conscience on this:
Their cause, if they had one, is nothing to them now;
They hate for hate's sake.

 
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good. 

The planet is going to do just fine without us, we’re an encephalized ape that won’t last long.

Young people love what is interesting and odd, no matter how true or false it is. More mature minds love what is interesting and odd about truth. Fully mature intellects, finally, love truth, even when it appears plain and simple, boring to the ordinary person; for they have noticed that truth tends to reveal its highest wisdom in the guise of simplicity.

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world,
and you believe you are living.
Then you read a book… or you take a trip…
and you discover that you are not living,
that you are hibernating.
The symptoms of hibernating are easily
detectable: first, restlessness.
The second symptom (when hibernating
becomes dangerous and might degenerate
into death): absence of pleasure.
That is all.
It appears like an innocuous illness.
Monotony, boredom, death.
Millions live like this (or die like this)
without knowing it.
They work in offices.
They drive a car.
They picnic with their families.
They raise children.
And then some shock treatment takes place,
a person, a book, a song, and it awakens
them and saves them from death.
Some never awaken.

It's written on the walls of this hotel: You go to heaven once you've been to hell

A heavy burden lifted from my soul/ I heard that love was out of my control

I am dying

because you have not

died for me

and the world

still loves you

I write this because I know

that your kisses

are born blind

on the songs that touch you

I don't want a purpose

in your life

I want to be lost among

your thoughts

the way you listen to New York City

when you fall asleep

Man is born to live, to suffer, and to die, and what befalls him is a tragic lot. There is no denying this in the final end. But we must deny it all along the way.

Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there

Me muerdo los labios

para no llamarte,

me queman tus besos,

me sigue tu voz;

pensando que hay otro

que pueda besarte

se llena mi pecho

de rabia y rencor.

Prendida en la fiebre

brutal de mi sangre,

te llevo muy dentro,

muy dentro de mí;

te niego, te busco,

te odio y te quiero,

y tengo en el pecho

un infierno por ti.

Te odio y te quiero,

porque a ti te debo

mis horas amargas

mis horas de miel;

te odio y te quiero,

fuiste el milagro,

la espina que duele

y el beso de amor;

por eso te odio,

por eso te quiero,

con todas las fuerzas

de mi corazón.

No quiero nombrarte

y busco en las copas

el vino de olvido

que nunca se da;

pensando arrancarte

busqué en otras bocas

el fuego que borre

tu beso inmortal.

Y todo es inútil,

ni copas ni besos

pueden separarte, separarte de mí;

te llevo en mi sangre,

te odio y te quiero,

y tengo en el pecho

un infierno por ti.

I loved you for a long, long time

I know this love is real

It don't matter how it all went wrong

That don't change the way I feel

And I can't believe that time's

Gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of

There ain't no cure,

There ain't no cure,

There ain't no cure for love

I'm aching for you baby

I can't pretend I'm not

I need to see you naked

In your body and your thought

I've got you like a habit

And I'll never get enough

There ain't no cure,

There ain't no cure,

There ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love

All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky

The holy books are open wide

The doctors working day and night

But they'll never ever find that cure for love

There ain't no drink no drug

(Ah tell them, angels)

There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love

I see you in the subway and I see you on the bus

I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up

I see your hand, I see your hair

Your bracelets and your brush

And I call to you, I call to you

But I don't call soft enough

There ain't no cure,

There ain't no cure,

There ain't no cure for love

I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go

When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul

I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much

It's written in the scriptures

It's written there in blood

I even heard the angels declare it from above

There ain't no cure,

There ain't no cure,

There ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love

All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky

The holy books are open wide

The doctors working day and night

But they'll never ever find that cure,

That cure for love

I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

So what's the use between death and glory?

I can't tell between death and glory

Happy endings, no, they never bore me

Happy endings, they still don't bore me

But they, they have a way

A way to make you pay

And to make you toe the line

No I sever my ties

Because I'm so clever

But clever ain't wise

And fuck forever

If you don't mind

Oh, fuck forever

If you don't mind, don't mind, don't mind, I don't mind

I see nothing to be gained by any explanation

Yesterday everything was going too fast

Today, it's moving too slow

I got no place left to turn

I got nothing left to burn

Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you

It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow

You left me standing in the doorway, crying

I got nothing to go back to now

FOR ANNE

With Annie gone,

Whose eyes to compare

With the morning sun?

Not that I did compare,

But I do compare

Now that she's gone.

The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.

It is only for those without hope that hope is given.

Give me the keys to your hiding place.
I'm not gonna tear it apart.
I'm gonna keep you weak in the knees.
Try to unlock your heart.

You're gonna turn me animal.
You're gonna turn me dumb.
Your kiss in the night.
Bringing the light.
You're like the rising sun.

I hunger for you like a cannibal.
Not gonna let you run.
I'm gonna take you.
I'm gonna shake you.
I'm gonna make you cum.

"Mañana es otro día/ pero en este mismo mundo"

Tendría que empezar a ser de nuevo
para aceptar el mundo como si no fuese
solamente lo único que conservo de ti,
tendría que olvidarme
como se olvida lo más negro de un sueño,
soplar en mi conciencia hasta apagar mi imagen,
cerrar los ojos frente a los espejos,
deshacerme y hacerme, soñar siempre con otro,
morirme de mí mismo
para no recordarte a cada instante
como el ciego recuerda la luz y el condenado a muerte
la vida, toda ella, en un abrir y cerrar de ojos,
porque estás más adentro de mí que yo mismo
o existo porque existes
o yo no sé quién soy desde que sé quien eres.

No es lo mismo estar solo que estar sin ti, conmigo
con lo que permanece de mí si tú me dejas:
alguien, no, quizás algo: el aspecto de un hombre, su retrato
que el viento de otro mundo dispersa en el espacio
lleno de tu fantasma desgarrador y dulce.

Monstruo mío, amor mío,
dondequiera que estés, con quienquiera que yazgas
abre por un instante los ojos en mi nombre
e, iluminada por tu despertar,
dime, como si yo fuese la noche,
qué debo hacer para volver a odiarte,
para no amar el odio que te tengo.

Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, “So what.” That’s one of my favorite things to say. “So what.”

“My mother didn’t love me.” So what.

“I’m a success but I’m still alone.” So what.

I don’t know how I learned to do that trick. It took a long time for me to learn it, but once you do, you never forget.