Author of quotes: Juan Ramon Jimenez. Page 2

Do not be blind!
Not a kiss on the hand,
Kissing the bread.

Endless, searing, angry
longing for what you have.

Stone yesterday
come on and sleep. And again
he'll return to you.
the morning sun to Shine.

What is spread, fog,
and not a river.
And wave it melts,
as longing.
What flies, is the smoke
and not the wing.
It thins and becomes
light.
What torments, - not the soul,
but only a dream.
And all the dark will disappear
as he.

Touch the shoulder,
to touch the waves,
touch the beam,
to touch the walls.
The surface of the soul
under the caress of his hands.
Touch strings
and the eternity around you.

... You know, you have become light,
but do not know where you are
don't know where the light is.

The sun glides differently
this slope miraculous,
which has no end.
So I'm the oddball.
Stupid fate submissive,
walk along the trail netorna,
no end.
And nobody comes with me.
All I have inside
the night starts early
and no night's end.
So I'm different.
Never for me today.
The exile is my hell,
no end.
And life goes by.

The abyss of loneliness one.
And one coming to her from afar
lonely as one wave
in a lonely sea alone.

... And I'll leave. And the bird will sing
as he sang,
and will garden, and the tree in the garden
and my well white.
The slope of the day, clear and calm,
freeze the sunset, and remember about me
the bells of the nearby bell towers.
Will street another;
who loved me, those will not be
and in my garden for balanou wall
missing you, only my shadow will look...
And I'll go; one without anyone
no evening, no morning drops
and white well my...
And the birds will sing and sing, as he sang.

Fate has taken my heart
and you invested me in the chest.

The woman next to you -
music, flame, flower
all embracing peace.
If you do not,
go crazy without it
music, flame and light.

One seeks, perhaps,
to another sky.
And still, still -
to love...

The beacon light -
like the breath of a child who
almost God - we barely reach.
... Any open spaces!..
And methinks
lighted beacon to the seas ominous
and for the eternity of things.

Loneliness, hopelessness?
But you're water, but I'm the wind!
Disgust, bitterness taste?
But after all, I - beam, but you're iris!
Desert, uninhabited island?
But you are a soul, but I was breathing!