“After the dead words, after the ones still said and spoken, what do you expect? Some flying leaves, more scattered papers. Who knows? Some dissolving words, like the light or the echo dying out there in the great night.” — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share Image
“I would say a few words in your ear. A doubtful man has little faith. Live a long time and it gets dark, and… — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share
Hours of solitude, hours of creation, hours of meditation. Solitude and meditation gave me an awareness, a perspective which I have never lost: that… — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share
“In the deepest nights words left behind or asleep may find their connections. In scattered papers, who knows or forgets them? Someday perhaps they’ll… — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share
“After the dead words, after the ones still said and spoken, what do you expect? Some flying leaves, more scattered papers. Who knows? Some… — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share
