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Come on, I know you want to do it.

Be careful, pay attention: not everything is at it seems.

Don't open your gifts 'til midnight unless you want to be on my Naughty List...

Merry Christmas, I wish you all a wonderful time with your loved ones 🎄

Howdy 🤠 Summer Edition

(remember folks, it's summer in the Southern hemisphere)

"There will never be a door [...] It does not exist. Expect nothing. Not even the beast obscured by the black dusk."

~ "The Labyrinth", Jorge Luis Borges.

"To the absence there's no one that can get used to Another sun is not your sun, even though it shines on you, And nostalgia is a nightmare"

Mario Benedetti, "Mar de la Memoria"

"Nada es verdad, aquí nada perdura, //Nothing is true, here nothing prevails,

Ni el color del cristal con que se mira //Not the color of the crystal with which you see"

Nicanor Parra - "Es Olvido" (Antología)

"Cuando en la soledad a veces te masturbas,

no sabes si es el diablo quien te agita la mano,

sonriendo."

~ Rafael Alberti.

"Hay tanto amor en mi alma que no queda ni el rincón más estrecho para el odio. ¿Dónde quieres que ponga los rencores que tus vilezas puedan engendrar?"

~Amado Nervo, Tanto Amor

"Forgive me: I have slept. To sleep is not to live. Peace to all men. To live is not to sigh, nor to glimpse words which may still live us. To live in words? Words die, are beautiful to hear, but unenduring. Like this clear night. Yesterday at dawn. Or when the completed day draws out its final beam, which falls upon your face. It seals your eyes with a single stroke of light Sleep. The night is long, but already it is past."

Vicente Aleixandre, The Poet remembers his life

"How long have I stared at you

without looking at you, in the image

exact and unreachable

betraying you in the mirror!

'Kiss me', you say. I kiss you,

and while I kiss you I think

in how cold would they be

your lips in the mirror.

'All my soul for you',

you murmur, but in the chest

I feel a void that only

will be filled by that soul

that you won't give to me.

The soul that demures itself

with a costume of clarities

in your mirror shape."

"¡Cuánto rato the he mirado...!", Pedro Salinas