When you set sail for Ithaca,
wish for the road to be long,
full of adventures, full of knowledge....
- Constantine Petrou Cavafy, 1911
If you see a hill of foam
It is my poetry that you see:
My poetry is a mountain
And is also a fea...
- Jose Marti
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
- Langston Hughes
I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand frank...
- Jose Marti
Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certain...
- Wislawa Szymborska
All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
- D. H. Lawrence
Day and night
I always dream with open eyes
And on top of the foaming waves
Of the wide turbulent...
- Jose Marti
Now she heard the following words sadly sung,—

“Life is a shadow that flits away
In a nigh...
- Hans Christian Andersen
Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside becomes pale with snow,
I will leave. You see, ...
- Victor Hugo
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness....
- D. H. Lawrence
 Art -  Literature - René Magritte - Self portrait
René Magritte - Self portrait
August 16th 2012
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By gates of Eden, Angel, gentle,
Shone with his softly drooped head,
And Demon, gloomy and resentf...
- Alexander Pushkin
Lightly forsaking
The spring mist as it rises,
The wild geese are setting off.
Have they learned ...
- Lady Ise
UP and lead the dance of Fate!
Lift the song that mortals hate!
Tell what rights are ours on earth...
- Aeschylus
I have always known
That at last I would
Take this road, but yesterday
I did not know that it ...
- Ariwara no Narihira
 Art -  Literature - Andre Breton - Self portrait
Andre Breton - Self portrait
August 6th 2012
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While I don't see you, I don't shed a tear
I never lose my senses when you're near,
But, with ou...
- Adam Mickiewicz
Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that p...
- Jorge Luis Borges