“Brother,you who have the light, tell me mine. I am like a blind man. I go without direction and fumble along. I go under tempests and storms, blind with fantasy and crazy with harmony. That is my malady. Dreaming. Poetry… — Rubén Darío Copy Share Image
“Juventud divino tesoro Ya te vas para no volver Quando quiero llorar no lloro Y a veces lloro sin querer” — Ruben Dario Copy Share Image
Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring! — Ruben Dario Copy Share Image
The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient; the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing: there is no pain as great… — Ruben Dario Copy Share Image
The America of Moctezuma and Atahualpa,the aromatic America of Columbus,Catholic America, Spanish America,the America where noble Cuauhtémoc said: "I am not on a bed… — Ruben Dario Copy Share Image
Pity for him who one day looks uponhis inward sphinx and questions it. He is lost. — Ruben Dario Copy Share Image
I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose. — Ruben Dario Copy Share Image
“Brother,you who have the light, tell me mine. I am like a blind man. I go without direction and fumble along. I go under… — Rubén Darío Copy Share Image
