¿Alguien nos escucha? No.
¿Quieres que te diga? Di.
¿Quieres otro amante? No.
¿Quieres que lo sea? Sí.
Luis Buñuel, 1977.
Apur Sansar, Satyajit Ray, 1959.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
William Butler Yeats, 1865.
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