ever heard, even with everything bad, even with everything that makes us suffer, even with all his strength to get depressed and burn by disappointments, yet love is the most wonderful feeling.
Borges speaks this offensive juggernaut in this great poem. To delight.
THE THREAT - Jorge Luis Borges
is love, I have to hide or flee. Grow your prison walls, like a fearful dream.
The beautiful mask has changed, but as always the only what I want with my charms, the exercise of the letters, vague learning, learning the language used to sing the rough northern seas and their swords, the serenity of friendship, the galleries of the library, common things, habits, the young love of my mother, the military shadow of my dead, the timeless night, the taste of sleep?.
Being with you or without you is the measure of my time. And the jar breaks on the source, and the man rises to the sound of birds, and have darkened that I look through the windows, but the darkness has brought me no peace.
is, I know, love, anxiety and relief to hear your voice, the hope and memory, the horror of living in the future. It is love with mythology, with its little magic useless.
There is a street corner that I dare not go. Now the armies come, the hordes (this room is unreal, she has not seen). The name of a woman betrayed me. It hurts a woman around the body.
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